The still, silent point
within the shifting tectonic plates of our lives

A river bank
beside the stream of becoming

A parachute
The pole star
A creased bed sheet pulled smooth

An unhooking
A non-arising

Aware of joy and sorrow, but not joy and sorrow;
aware of samskaras, but not samskaras

The witness
a window onto a window
the prior condition

That which opens, rather than contracts;
that which relates, rather than polarizes

A key in the lock of conditionality

A decentring, not a centring

A hug from Green Tara
full of compassion
a healing nectar

Embodied depths
dropping into a flow of energy
surfing the wave
taste of freedom

Losing things, gaining life
Life is no-thing

Citta viveka

Space, not solidity
Intention, not expectation

Growing through the cracks

Grace, not gravity
angels of our better nature

Narcissus, not Goldmund

Neither a transcendental self
nor a realist world
but a co-arising of self and world

A single unfolding
of nature and mind

Endlessly creative
refracting the daimon

Gelassenheit
a penetration into Being

Signlessness
the unborn
void

Basic sanity