In our world there are wildfires to be found everywhere, raging destructively, but meditation is a control burn, slowly scorching all untended lots and malignant plantation manors back down to basic being, burning off all brambles and clutching bracken. This process is sometimes painful, but in the glow of observation the dams and dwellings of habit begin to collapse, almost imperceptibly. And as the distinctions dissolve brick by brick, cell by cell, hidden well-springs emerge, creating new spaciousness for an inner ecology no longer so constricted by a narrow sense of self.’

From the essay — A Wider Rotation by Austin Pick