I breathe in. I breathe out.
I am present in my body.
I am here and not anywhere else, knowing there is nowhere else to be.
This is meditation.
It doesn’t matter how I sit or don’t sit, or how I hold my hands. It is not how still I stay or silencing my mind.
Meditation is noticing my body’s posture, whatever form it takes, and noticing how my hands rest if they are resting, their movements if they are in motion.
It is following the quiet of each breath.
It is stepping back and listening to the music of thoughts, one note at a time, and watching the beauty of cognition.
It is opening space with curiosity for observation and observing, across the hush of that space, the dawn and dusk of joy and sorrow, seeing the winter and spring of laughter and tears, seeing and not changing anything.
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