Something is always here that needs to be continually welcomed and respected. Each moment is an opportunity for a return to that which has no beginning and no end. Maybe for a moment or two, I am no longer simply a bag of skin and bones breathing in and out. Yes, something is here that is much larger than these thoughts and these emotions that are passing through me. I don’t need to store my belief in them. In this moment I can be free to accept what is, no longer thinking that “I can do.” It is done through me. For the moment, a cessation from wishing for people and things to be different. There’s a different attention, a different breath even, where a subtler body finds nourishment—it is filled with this attention. It is as though the body is actually a vessel for a small sun that can emanate with the sacred words, “I Am.” Everything unnecessary can fall away in order to simply Be.

(Photography by Kentarana Kamura, “Evening Wave,” 1927 from Golden Comic Book Stories.”)