I remember when the pandemic first began. Then we spoke of buying a van, of outfitting it, of traveling.
I remember before the pandemic that we spoke of where we’d live next. Not knowing where this would be never stopped us from asking.
Nine months later, we speak of neither. What’s the matter with right here? Nothing. What’s lacking right now? Not a thing. Contentment always underfoot; in the bones; in and out the heart. The sun has always been round.
This is called the essence of meditation.