I am tired and drift into dream. Touching the stone is always a matter of contrast with dreaming.... of what was, what will be, what seems to be now but is not. Even when I have no tiredness and few distractions, I am most often supposing that the stone is this way or that way, or spending time wondering about some meditation principle I've read.
When I pay attention to what is really happening, I peel away layers of dreams and find new worlds of connection and spirit that are unexpected and never, ever conjured. Time and space are not what they seem to be.
Perhaps, as the Aborigines say, this waking life is most often the dream side, and dreams, when they are known to be a landscape that accepts every footstep of ours, every breath, are real.
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