As an old Zen saying goes: boil the sound of pine trees in the pot...
We may just watch everything as we drink tea, this over there is not excluded form the activity here and now. Drinking tea is drinking air, clouds, highways, fields, mountains...This moment is really big.
Just like our sitting, not just a few inches of flesh balanced on a cushion. Where do sitting starts, where does it end?
As we sit, everything is invited into it. The one and undivided being-time is our practice.