It’s tiring to be forever dragged into myriad possible futures by the mind. How many horrors, nightmares and losses await? How many moments of insight, heart-filling acts of compassion? Granted, I never worry about the latter but the point is that I’m forever flying off into the future.
And then there are those moments when I become suddenly aware of the breath. My parikamma buddho arises and the body fills with ease. And then it is gone again. But, how precious and portentitious it is to experience these ephemera.
May I never be separated from the Dhamma and may I practice to gain surety and safety.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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