Day Two Hundred and Eighty six

Working with the effort it takes to concentrate. At times it feels like the effort must be too great to muster; the distractions too strong. The effort does not seem defined, the goal unattainable. But one place I can work is with the worry about attainment, with the feeling that it is too hard. Concentration, like all of the path in Buddhism, feels best in the middle; not too hard, not too easy.

I notice my feeling that my effort is too weak and I let that go. Suddenly I am with concentration, and for a time, my ego loses it's subtle workings of doubt and criticism.