- Posted: Sunday, October 26, 2003
- Meeting: Sunday, October 26, 2003
- 73 words
It isn't until the mind is touched by something it cannot imagine that, for the deftness of this quieting embrace, it gives up its childish pursuits and learns to wait in receptive repose.
To see, without trying to see.
To hear, without trying to hear.
To feel, without trying to feel
lets us see, hear, and feel more
than eyes, ears, and heart can
ever imagine to reach for.