When I sit and meditate, crosslegged atop a firm buckwheat cushion, which compensates somewhat for lack of lotus, it becomes apparent that I have three main dimensions or realities upon which I operate. The first is the physical, based in the lower belly, close to the earth, the second is the mental, based in my head, up in the clouds, and the third is the divine, based in the heart, which may be the middle but has nothing middling about it. It is the only part of me open to the infinite.