How does a single cut flower, so still, silent and surrendered, convene the attention of an entire room, then ‘float’ that room with beauty and aliveness and love? Well, not by doing anything.
I’m lost in the world when I pay more attention to my experiences than I do to mySelf. We do not need more experiences. Let us try to imagine Jesus on a holiday.
When we drop out of the head and into the body, we become aware of a thrumming aliveness, an unconducted chorus of burbles, pops, pulsations, tingles, surges, warmings and slow, tendrillic movements. Awareness of this is consciousness aware of itself.
Each inhabits a private world. My world is whatever I pay attention to.
You cannot cross the sea in two boats. You cannot step into the same river twice.