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1: The Wonder of Presence
a quiet Sunday it is, overflowing with golden light! Taking a walk this morning
along the driveway, with the sound of crunching white snow, evergreen branches
shedding sprays of glistening crystals when touched by the breeze, the taste of
tiny flakes on lips and cheeks, descending to the freezing creek with its
gurgling waters splashing over icy rocks playfully sparkling in the light of
the sun, crows calling loudly to each other throughout the woods—what heart
would not be gladdened?
a vast blue sky this wondrous presence is here, replacing habitual worrisome
thoughts and feelings. They can't survive the deep silence of open being. It is
not brought about by anything or anyone—it is here without effort, without time.
this sunlit hall with green plants cascading down the wall, sitting together,
listening, breathing, and wondering in stillness, we are all alone and yet all
one. When thoughts about my problems, my fears, my needs and desires abate in
silent presence, what could possibly divide us?
thoughts are whirling about, let them be like dancing snowflakes in empty
space! This moment of light and warmth and cool air, inhaling and exhaling
softly—are we here? This instant of opening eyes and ears widely, beholding
the wooden floor, the distant blue hills, and silent people all around, what
else is there?
the mind thinking about all this, or can it quiet down in simple wondering