What happened yesterday is only memory.
When you recall it,
It seems real.
Yet all we can say that it is made of is mind.
When you don't recall it,
It is nowhere to be found.
What may happen tomorrow is only imagination.
When you imagine,
It seems real.
But all we can say that it is made of is mind.
When you don't imagine,
The events of tomorrow are nowhere to be found.
Rest is the preliminary to sleep.
Whether remembering or not remembering.
Whether imagining or not imagining.
Whether thinking or not thinking.
Rest.
Whether seeing or not seeing.
Whether hearing or not hearing.
Whether feeling or not feeling.
Rest.
Whether sleeping or not sleeping.
Rest.
Whether resting or not resting.
Rest.
There is only one moment of experience,
Exactly as it is.
With nothing needing to be done,
Sensations vanish.
Leaving no trace.
Every experience is subject to constant change.
None remaining for very long.
Relax in this state of flux,
As if being carried along on water.
Not paddling against the flow.
And with no destination in mind.
Enjoy the ride.
The ups and downs.
The twists and turns.
Behold the marvellous,
Ever-changing scenery.
And rest.
This rest is fundamental.
It is the source of all phenomena.
The ground of all experience.
Always present.
Always peaceful.
Always available for your retreat.
It does not depend upon what is occurring or not occurring.
It is behind and beyond occurrence or its lack.
Rest here.
And when you find yourself distracted,
Wishing that things were other than they are,
Rest again and again and again.
