To simply see things as they are – without our personal stories, subjective theories, without rationalising, analysing, without fretful worry or without any interpretation suiting our self, without any motive or bias…just seeing things unfold, like the colours that spread out through the petals of a bud as it grows into a rose, like the breeze that rushes through an open window, the wave that caresses the shore just to flow back and merge seamlessly with the sea…being with them and allowing them to be, without any resistance, reluctance or regret, is the most difficult task of all. But that is precisely and simply where life is.
Precarious, yet poised. Fragile, yet full of quiet strength. Balanced, yet spontaneous. Vulnerable yet certain. At a still point, yet full of space. And by losing ourselves in the moment as it happens, we find ourselves. Over and over again.