Day Two Hundred and Ninety one

Restlessness, a full stomach, and sneezing disrupt my meditation tonight. Or do they? I always tend to see meditation as different than anything tight or moving, or irritating. Yet this is the nature of things. Perhaps meditation is different only in the view that it has toward things.

I lean in close instead of arguing with them, perhaps out of frustration. I almost see how the eye is clouded by holding on to something different than the way things are but it is still out of reach. There is a deeper veil.

Nevertheless, I rest somewhere other than in things, and restlessness becomes an awake energy, sneezing a simple body process with which a tissue helps, and my stomach, well, just a post-it to eat less.