Thursday, May 5, 2011
Being the Dance
In the Winter, all seems silent, but underneath the quiet, is a constant stirring. In the Summer, things seem loud and explosive, but underneath the noise, there is a dying away.
The surface and what is happening underneath do not match.
When I am dancing and it looks like a frenzy, my mind is still, calm, at peace with itself.
Do not assume that your meditation, my meditation, their meditation should look the same.