It is Midwinter, yet all things are permeated with sweetness, each creature suffused with the un-created. Nothing has weight! How could it, when the world is dancing in vast space? It is the mind, not the body, that gives weight to "things." It is the mind, not the body, that creates resistance, shapes borders, makes a stone "heavy." When the mind is silent and free from thoughts, this mossy rock is lighter than a cloud. When I walk through the rain-drenched forest this morning, what is the difference between standing on earth and floating in the sky? The mind. What is time? The mind. Next Spring's riot of blues and scarlet fragrances already bursting from the buried white seed. None of this is a belief, but a pure sensation. Therefore it cannot be practiced. It's a gift, all of it. Persons meeting in such weightless Presence do not speak. They only bow, forming no concepts, then whirl on through stillness. This is called, "living in the Kingdom."
Painting, Andrew Wyeth
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