I turn the attention inward, or rather upward,
Or rather to no location.
Attended to, it gets bigger,
The responding subtle whiteness, energy, bliss.
Aliveness.
Is this the reason for all the anxiety?
All I want really, anything else is unbearable.
Is the anxiety from separation? Turning attention to things I think I’m supposed to want?
Things I’m supposed to do?
When in fact I want nothing except more of the subtle whiteness.