I was meditating in the bath tub tonight, and I had an odd thing pop into my mind. I kept picturing a beautiful frame. Inside the frame was blurry, glowing, yellow light, but I was focusing on the frame. It was porcelain and elaborate. There were roses, and I kept combing my eyes over every petal and every leaf and every line. It was exquisitely formed, perfectly colored, and looked exactly like things I like looking at...layered and intricate and feminine and delicate.
Somewhere, from deep inside, I heard, "You're focusing all your attention on the frame."
And it was true. I tried to pull my attention from the frame, and I couldn't. I don't know what was in the picture.
