The Existential Garden Path

Meditation is like walking down a garden path. At first, the path barely exists, and it's easy to get lost among the trees or distracted by flowers and birds. On occasion, you get caught on the thorns and spend a great deal of time trying to extricate yourself from entanglements of the mind.

Eventually, with practice, the path is established through use. It becomes easier to find one's way to the source. There comes a time when moments after sitting, one drops into that sought after state, not because it is sought, but because it is there - awaiting your presence.

The effortless effort has occurred. What else is there to do, but be?