If you imagine for a moment a still, cold winter’s night. A few clouds are in the sky, the frost is just starting to form and there is no breeze. Then, as if by magic, tiny flakes of snow start to float gently in the dark night’s air. Dancing down to the earth.
There is an effortless beauty about them.
Herein lies a perfect metaphor for timeless meditation. There is an effortless beauty about it.
A letting go of technique, a letting go of effort and expectation, an acceptance of all that is arising in our mind, body and whole being.
A letting go of letting go.
Resting in the eternal embrace of our creator, dancing in the ground of our being.
© David R. Durham
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