Even with all the problems, the true nature of the mind is already free. That’s not just a belief—it’s an outlook, a perspective we return to again and again. Like a well-worn path through the woods, the more we walk it, the more naturally it becomes our way of seeing. Over time, it becomes our default position: to notice what’s good, to lean into light.
This morning, I’m thinking of time—not as a clock, but as rhythm. Tempo. Time, like temperature or speed, is always relative. What feels fast to one may seem slow to another. Everything moves in its own time, changing according to its nature. There may be no universal tempo, but each thing has its own beat—like sand through an hourglass, or notes moving through a piece of music.
When thoughts arise, they too have a tempo. A cadence of contact between awareness and experience. If I try to grab onto one thought, I might miss the next few. If I lag behind or rush ahead, I fall out of sync. But when I’m in time with what is, when awareness meets the moment right where it is—there’s harmony. No confusion. No grasping. No tension.
To be in tandem with what is, in rhythm with now—that is meditation.
No need to catch up, no need to hold on.
Just this beat, this breath, this moment.
The song is already playing.
I just need to listen.
Spiritual Gravity 