tiny ant

I am sitting on a rock, in India, and I'm sharing this rock with some tiny ants. They're really small. On another occasion, I would probably not notice them at all. But sitting here quietly, with nothing to do, they've caught my attention.

And if I really bring my whole awareness to a single ant, something quite remarkable happens. My thoughts can go quiet, and I sort of disappear in the moment. There is just the ant running around on the rock. Nothing else exists. And it's a timeless moment, a simple moment, a moment of tranquility, without fear, without any great excitement. It's a moment of being.

And it's amazing that such a divine moment can arise so easily, merely from watching the tiniest of ants. All it takes is for my full awareness to be here, in the sense of sight, without any great interpretation going on. No story is needed. I can simply relax as I watch the ant, and in that relaxation I disappear.

We could say I had become the ant, or there is no separation between me and the ant. But right now these words sound so conceptual. Rather I would stay with the feeling: of beauty, and simplicity, and the deep, deep relaxation into being. What an amazing gift this tiny ant is giving me. I give thanks.