The spring comes
And the grass grows by itself.
This haiku, a Zen poem by the Japanese Zen master Basho, trasmits the very essence of meditation.
The first word, sitting, reminds us that we begin with the body, and as the body becomes relaxed and restful, the mind will become more silent. You are not doing anything, simply delighting in rest. There is no hurry, no worry, expecting nothing, simply waiting. The spring comes, not because we willed it, but because in the natural rhythm of things, it will come; it is bound to.
Once you have understood this, then you know the greatest secret - that there are things that you cannot do, but can only allow to happen.
From 'Lunchtime Enlightenment" by Pragito Dove, Published by Penguin Group, 2001.