I don’t know whether I thought enlightenment was outside the box, or it was boxed up, inaccessible unless you really worked hard to empty your mind. But emptiness is both inside and out, The box is also you, has always been you, always will be you. You see, I sat down and discovered I was already sitting. I took a breath and realized I had been holding it. I chased what was behind me, my constant companion. And I’m still chasing, I’m still breathing, I’m still sitting, I’m still box. Empty box, sky mind. I’m sitting in my not-box—it was only ever just a thought, wasn’t it?— letting go of one feeling and then another. I tie them to clouds, one after another. Released. Let them float. My friends, they will…