I almost forgot what it means to enter the void with the eyes open. It is so easy to let down one’s guard, to go to sleep. This morning’s meditation on nature brought me back to the breath observation practice with eyes open that has held me in good stead for quite a while now. I was able to look, listen, and sense with my eyes open, to be present for myself and the quiet drama of the early morning. I came back to a sense of inner contentment and peace.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again , come , come.
― Rumi