The small ruby everyone wants has fallen out on the road.
Some think it is east of us, others west of us.
Some say, among primitive earth rocks, others, in the deep waters.
Kabir’s instinct told him it was inside and what it was worth,
And he wrapped it up carefully in his heart cloth. – Kabir  The Kabir Book

This is a poem about what? About knowing what is important and taking good care of it. Keeping the focus on it. The small ruby gets wrapped up in heart cloth.
Today, I thought I’d skip meditation and get busy ticking things off a long list, a never-ending to-do list.
Then, I remembered. I reminded myself that the meditation is a practice that puts everything in the right order of importance.
And so, I sat.