Is there a still pool in my mind, asking only to be stared into, offering no reward, no conclusions, offering only the coolness of its flat calm water? I think there is.
It's something from a dream, or it was, for a long time. Lately I have been blessed with a knack for rhythm - the ability to breathe like a tide, a deep steady cycle of in and out, giving my body what it needs. I am firmly against boredom, and never thought I could meditate, but I am learning that vision and thought take time, and best to practice on simple things. I have lit a blue candle tonight, and I will watch it burn down. I will not learn anything, and I will not be filled with anything grand, but something low and vital will have changed.
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