Sitting quietly, feel what sits there.

Observe the scintillating field of sensation we call the body. Notice sensation’s wordless quality.

Its sense of simply being humming through the body.

Go within sensation to that subtle presence by which the sensation is known. Feel the sensation within sensation. 

Settle into that sense of being, of aliveness vibrating in each cell.

Rest in being. Just sit quietly and know.

Let awareness sink into yourself. Know what knows.

Experience directly that sense by which you imagine you exist.

Enter it wholeheartedly.
Sit in the center of that hum.

Does it have a beginning?
Does it have an ending?
Or is there just a sense of endless
being, unborn and undying?

Don’t ask the mind, which always limits itself with definitions, ask the heart, which cannot name it but always is it.

Rest in being.

Josh Baran, former Zen Priest