While spiritual traditions are fond of telling us that we must strive to be more here (i.e., more present, more aware), the reality is that here is all there is. What do I mean? Well, the one thing we can be certain of is that something is happening, right? Call it life, call it experience. It doesn’t really matter. The point is that something always is, something is always here.
And so from this vantage, there can be no entering or exiting the reality of here, no finding or losing it for here is self-sustaining and self-generating, each fleeting moment transforming itself into the next. To be sure, this here that’s appearing is endlessly diverse, each momentary flash of experience carrying its own distinctive flavor, e.g., sweet is not sour; light is not sound; thought is not feeling; blue is not red. But regardless of the particular flavor on display, it’s all simply here.
Just as you might feel the wind or the splash of cold water upon your face, simply feel the vitality and power of whatever is here, this blazing aliveness that is present as each experiential apparition, each spontaneous, unpredictable eruption of life. See the blue of the sky, the red of the rose? Here. Feel the cold of the rain or the warmth of the sun? Here. Hear the roar of the sea, the deafening sounds of the city or the quiet of the night? Here.
Each experience that appears is simply the unique taste of reality in that instant, the many flavors of here.