Meditation is a practice. It requires consistent, repeated effort, like any other art. By coming to physical stillness first, we may then observe the motions of the mind. We see how thoughts flow. We see how they are impermanent and fickle. We ground ourselves by focusing on the breath – a substance far more real and more important than thought. We rest upon the pulse of the heart, which has slowed its rate in our state of concentration. We inhabit this moment instead of being carried away by our wild thinking to a moment beyond the present.
How beautiful, this peace we cultivate. How orderly and subtle, like soft lines intentionally raked across sunlit sand. Our mind, a garden to attend. Zen.