You can’t grasp at the secrets
Prise them from the earth
Or pluck them from the air.
The harder you try to hold them
The more they lose their form
Until they leak away.
Prise them from the earth
Or pluck them from the air.
The harder you try to hold them
The more they lose their form
Until they leak away.
You can grind matter down to the tiniest grains
Until it collapses into nothing
But its essence will always elude you.
You can pin nature down and torture her
But she’ll never tell you what she knows.
Until it collapses into nothing
But its essence will always elude you.
You can pin nature down and torture her
But she’ll never tell you what she knows.
You can’t use force, or even effort
You can only create the right conditions.
Let your mind become as empty as a cloudless sky
And as calm as the surface of a lake
Until your depths are rich with stillness
And the channel is clear and wide enough
For the secrets to flow through
And reveal themselves to you.
You can only create the right conditions.
Let your mind become as empty as a cloudless sky
And as calm as the surface of a lake
Until your depths are rich with stillness
And the channel is clear and wide enough
For the secrets to flow through
And reveal themselves to you.
From the book ‘The Meaning’. by Steve Taylor. Steve is running a weekend workshop based on his book ‘Back to Sanity’ at the Omega Institute in New York State on August 2, 2013.
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