I meditated outdoors on the deck this morning at 3:30 a.m. The temperature was lovely with a small breeze blowing. The first fireflies were lighting up the dark. A single wood thrush sang in the neighbor's woods. A handful of crickets chirped among the flowers. A frog trilled near the fishpond where the fish were splashing about. Or was that a raccoon trying to rustle up some breakfast?
The mind wanted to know: What is it? But happiness resides in don't-know mind.
Hearing meditation. Simply hearing. Hearing.