Can we befriend the one square yard of our sitting mat? That is the challenge, and the invitation.
The wall before us. The seat beneath us, that we sense in the lower body. Sounds all around, close and far off, and in between. Breath lightly coming and going, thoughts coming and going. Feelings stirring like weather systems in the space of the heart.
Tasting a restful awareness, a quiet attentiveness. Tasting the savor of stillness, of a quiet that is always present, that seems to underlie everything.
Can we find this true, simple friend?