I first saw you in a mighty forest among an endless sea of trees. Your leaves were backlit blushing red and though your beauty made time freeze I could hear you creak.
Flow is a dance. It’s not surrender, but a willingness to be vulnerable. When flow happens, you are reaching a prolonged moment of perfection in which you are guided by something larger than logic.
The eagle flew down to the mouse. Horrified, the mouse surrendered his ball of cheese in which he had spent an entire month to gather. The eagle spoke placidly, “I have not come to eat you, or your cheese. Come fly with me.”
In Self- Explorations:
We try to capture meaning, purpose and value from the essence that is constantly concentrating and dissolving before us. Meaning becomes a memory. Essence goes on to recreate.