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When Robi, my golden retriever, leaves her tennis ball in the grass, I usually insist that she find it and bring it along on the walk. It’s too wasteful to lose tennis balls.

I can easily see this bright green ball amidst the leaves and blades. While I excitedly chant, “Find it! Find it!” she is circling madly around, nose to the ground. She passes close, then disappointingly passes almost over it! Then doubles back. Eventually, she grasps the ball as if she just won the gold medal in Summer Olympics track and field and prances down the path as I hoot and holler my congratulations.

When I sit in meditation, my mind prances around serenity like Robi around the ball. Darting here and there, my thoughts are various degrees of frantic. Then I light gently on mindfulness and experience open bliss and then the mind darts off again.

Find it! Find it! My mind rests gently in oneness, the natural openness and grace where I can dwell for periods or moments of time.

If Robi always had the ball, she wouldn’t have the fun of looking for it. If I wasn’t embodied as an individual, I wouldn’t have the richness of seeking the place of unity. Where we are all one.

Find it! Find it! And enjoy the prance through the grass.