December 23, 2011 § Leave a comment

Sitting unarranged on a favourite armchair her body has merged with a fleecy grey softness that is wrapped around her. It is the dark early morning and others are sleeping. Breathing and counting, the felt sense of the body separates from the felt sense of being aware of it. Breath by breath it falls into a deep abiding comfort. The counting stops. The formless, weightless sense of presence clarifies.


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