Excerpt: A Gradual Awakening, Steven Levine
Experiences come and go. If we identify with them, claim them as “me” or “mine” by judging or clinging, if we stick to any part of the ongoing flow, we don’t see that what we call “me” is constantly being born and dying, is a process of awareness and object coming into being and passing away hundreds of times each minute.
As awareness more deeply penetrates the flow, we experience that our natural condition, our natural state of being, sometimes called the wisdom-mind, is like the sun, which is always shinning, always present, though often obscured. We are blocked from our natural light by the clouds of thought and longing and fear: the overcast of the conditioned mind; the hurricane of “I am.”
Excerpt: A Gift From the Sea, Anne Morrow Lindbergh
…Perfect poise on the beat is what gives good dancing its sense of ease, of timelessness, of the eternal. It is what Blake was speaking of when he wrote:
He who bends to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy?
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity’s sunrise
Doth the winged life destroy?
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity’s sunrise
