It takes a long time to settle tonight, but it is not a chore. At first there is just a cloud of noise, in each sense, cluttered objects to the eye, buzzing to the ear, a bitter taste, hot and cold body. The mind runs through opposites; plenitude and desolation, a pleasant night for sleeping as opposed to stifling and too hot, a busy week and a quiet night. I let go of solving and comparing and touching the stone is very pleasant.
Everything opens up around it, on it, within it. I can pour all of my wounds into it, all of my hopes, all of me.
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