I once heard a story about an ancient Tibetan Buddhist Sect that argued for many years about disseminating its teachings to the west.  Finally, after years of conflict between the elders it was decided that the teachings were so important that they should break their guarded tradition, and make them available to Western students. 

When the teachings were brought to the first Western students, they were baffled at how simple the practice seemed.  These students were instructed to, “breathe in and be happy, breathe out and be at peace.”  To the Westerner's this did not seem very profound.  But to the Tibetans, these breathing techniques were a way of having a direct experience of reality.  And because they had been doing them so well, for so long, they knew that simple is best.  To the uneducated, words may have little meaning, but to others, the same words may unlock the greatest gifts. 

This is the basis of what I like about meditation.  We refine the mind, to experience the mundane as the divine.  We practice sitting, standing, lying down, or moving, and come to celebrate the origin of all being.  For many, this type of meditation has led to the awe and wonder described in the texts as bliss.  And in my opinion, meditation is the foundation of all the internal arts.