Do not play with the nimitta. Do not let it go away. Do not let it change its shape or appearance. I am on retreat and writing this down later. I am concentrating well, with minutes of great peace, light, safe like father's arms. It is a place. A sweet voice says "It is nice to see you again", and half-joking, "Did I give you my name(s)?"
I think of all the things I have selfishly taken up as my own. I apologize.
The nimitta is not here, but I slow down, I am in less of a hurry.
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