Silent and Still

A simple stone bench in a private Charleston garden. Just waiting for someone to approach gently, sit quietly, and do nothing but take in a moment of existence. Even from the street, gazing at this scene through the garden fence, a passerby can realize that there is a quiet place within where nothing touches you. No event. No person. No thought or feeling or worry. Nothing at all.

In that inner territory of solace, you rediscover that you have everything you need, which is nothing. Simple being, presence, awareness—whatever you want to call it. The only true sanctuary. The only real possession. The only guaranteed security. The utmost accomplishment of enduring worth. Always near at hand. •