A Flower Between Two Rocks

Rushing, striving, doing….I fear I might be losing just being. The midnight hour is mine, to be conscious that my breath is shallow and then breathe…to bury my head in the pillow and listen to the hum of the AC…to notice the little aches and the pains and the tiredness…to be still and to revel in the quiet…to be a little repaired.

When you sit alone quietly, it’s something beautiful, even if nobody sees it. When a little flower appears in a crack between two rocks, it’s a beautiful sight. People may never see it, but that’s ok.

Thich Nhat Hanh in How to Sit


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