I am tired tonight again. I am restless. I have the stone in my hand. Many thoughts turn for many minutes. By body is tired and hot. I notice the ups and downs of mood, of wanting time and space to be more under my control. I press the stone and it moves above, below and through each feeling and mood of mine, even through any conception I have of time and space. I notice it giving me my awareness, the way the sun gives a sundial its shadow.
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