I thought I would share a meditation

As all meditation and contemplation do, I notice breath

Each breath a arising from ,and a return to.

Movement arising from and returning to stillness
Time arising from and returning to eternity.
Life arising from and returning to Love

Yes

I imagine a blank canvas
(I notice that the image that comes to mind is of a white canvas and laugh realizing that a canvas of any color remains blank. Laughing again realizing that no mater what arises on the canvas it remains blank. We have been conditioned to believe the white canvas is blank and that once draw upon no longer blank. Yet if you continued to add paintings to the canvas the canvas would it not eventually become a blank black canvas.)

Like the sound of AUM which among other things is the sound of every word spoken or will be spoken, surrounded by silence
The blank canvas contains every image ever created or will be created, surrounded by emptiness
The canvas only waiting for the image to be drawn up from it and then return.
The canvas remains blank, the surface a playground of motion, time, measuring, judging, duality… life, the canvas remains blank.

All things are a arising from, and a returning to…
The present moment not a slice of time to be grasped but the eternal now to rest in

Nothing is gained…
Nothing is lost…
No one is lost…

All exists within a blank canvas the eternal now.
Arising from, returning to

Yes