Day Two Hundred and Seventy seven

To have interest in what is right here, the body, the mind, the objects that touch the senses, feelings. There's a kind of forgetting, a spell that is cast by naming and claiming. Tonight I practice with feelings of frustration, pushing away. I bring openness to those feelings and I am back here, with energy and curiosity for what is.

I see concentration, not as any kind of end point but as a point from which I can then find perspective. Yet perhaps non-perspective, or a way of seeing that is not manipulative. It is like the stone would see if it could see, without judgement.

But again, the stone does not need to see, and that is a fine thing to know about.