You are the sky.
Everything else – it’s just the weather.
– Pema Chodron
One of the first things we’re taught was we begin a regiment of meditation is to be still. As we remain in this stillness, we notice thoughts crossing the theater of our minds like clouds passing through the sky. We try to keep our minds silent, but the more we try, the less effective we become. Instead, as we progress, we learn to not fight with the thoughts and not force our monkey minds into silence. We simply watch these thoughts pass over us as the weather. We don’t judge them and we don’t avoid judgement. We don’t try to silence them, yet don’t don’t embrace them. Our true nature simply serves as the vessel that contains the weather passing over our absolute selves.