Day Three Hundred and twenty four

Following the breath comes easily tonight. I feel the breath going in and know that it is not part of a continuous touching; I feel it going out as another touching. Yet each in and out breath are broken up as well into little fits and starts. There is noticing of the breathing, and there is just breathing. I sense that just breathing is also conscious, already contains consciousness or it would not come about. It is not like the wind, simply a matter of interacting elements. It also has a regulation of the mind, long before awareness happens. Yet awareness begins to span the gap from rarified and distant conceptualization down to the elements of body and mind themselves.

The stone sits on the altar, an element in the potentiality of waking.