this is divine

I don't know about that

But this is divine

This moment, if I set aside thoughts, is divine: feeling the simple pleasure of the moment, the warmth of the tropical air, the cooling of the breeze as it caresses my skin, the tiny butterfly drifting idly between flowers. And then the mind jumps back in, thinking about that, and that can be anything. It can worry about the wind howl in the microphone, the background noise of distant traffic, or the cricket match being played near by. 

The mind will always find something to worry about. It'll always be thinking about that. That is at a distance. It's somewhere a little removed from this present moment. It's the future or the past. It's far away. It's never really quite here, now.

Whereas this, this moment, sensed without those thoughts, this is divine: the sound of the wind in the trees, gentle bird song. The senses are being fed with delicious nutrition. And all I need do to be nourished by that nutrition, is to set aside the thoughts, ignore them. Who cares if there's the sound of a motorbike on this recording? Or some people's voices talking loudly? It doesn't matter. This moment is untouched if my awareness is on my senses, directly. This, this is divine. And that, all that stuff that the mind wants to think about, that's simply a distraction: the mind wanting to know. And the irony is it cannot know, not in any absolute way. And that's why I say I don't know about that, but this, this is divine.