A KNACK

Real meditation consists if a knack, not an art-the knack of falling into spontaneous silence.

If you watch, in twenty-four hours, every day, you will find a few moments in which you are falling automatically into silence.

These moments come on their own; it is just that we have not watched.
The first thing to be aware of is when these silent moments come.

And when they come, simply stop all that you are doing. Sit silently, and flow with the moment. And they do come-they are natural.

A few windows always open on their own, but we are so occupied that we never notice that the window has opened and the breeze is coming in and the sun has penetrated; we are so occupied with our work.

So watch ... early in the morning when you are fresh after a long, deep sleep, and the world is just awakening and the birds have started singing and the sun is rising.

If you feel a moment surrounding you, a space growing in you, just fall into it.

Sit silently under a tree, by the side of the river, or in your room, and just be ... nothing to be done.
Just cherish that space-and don't try to prolong it.

Once you have known the knack of it, it will come more and more.

Then you start falling into a kind of harmony with it.

A love affair starts between you and that space called silence, serenity, tranquility, stillness.

And the bond becomes deeper and deeper.

Finally, ultimately, it is always there.

You can always close your eyes for a moment and look at it; it is there.

You can almost touch it-- it becomes tangible.

But it is a knack, not an art.

You cannot learn it: You have to imbibe it.