Meditated in the evening. Forgot to set the gong again. There is a kind of obstinate not wanting to meditate. I don't want to stop waiting for the meditation to end. I don't want to make friends with that feeling. I don't want to observe things neutrally. I do stay upright and occasionally I do go back to my breath and my posture, but I don't feel like it at all.
Exploring that rough ground below the pillow of sleep:
Where cobbles get between my toes,
And the way ahead seems bleak and featureless.
The road smoothes and the future looks brighter after rest
And oh, how I long for spring!
Where cobbles get between my toes,
And the way ahead seems bleak and featureless.
The road smoothes and the future looks brighter after rest
And oh, how I long for spring!
::: Outside, a snowstorm rages
::: Hues of whites and peace