When we sit down to meditate,
We sometimes go into it with expectations,
Hopes for the experience,
Goals for the outcome.
We feel this pressure,
A wanting to witness a bigness of some sort,
An aha moment,
A breakthrough,
Complete stillness,
Transcendence.
But inside that pressure of wanting,
Of craving,
Hoping for what isn't yet here,
It blocks us from noticing the bigness of the moment we are in.
The vastness of it all,
Of being here right now,
Now,
In this space,
In this body,
In this time,
It is all right here.
It's the way the breath draws in,
Expands to the middle,
Releases back through the throat,
Out of the mouth.
It's the way clothing moves,
Ever so slightly,
Against the skin,
In response to muscles losing tension,
Gently relaxing with each breath.
It's the warmth of your hands,
The chill in your toes,
The surrounding sounds weaving in and out of the quiet.
The entire organism of your body,
So many components of it,
Being one thing,
Working together to create this moment,
Here and now.
We never have to search for bigness.
It is always here.