The spiritual path is a hollowing process. I am like a bamboo stick being turned into a flute. I am becoming an instrument.
That always felt like the supreme pressure, responsibility, challenge, but it’s actually the reverse. It’s no harder than being a reed, catching the wind.
All I have to do is stand here.
There is nothing that’s at stake because everything is being carried by the totality of everything. We are infants in a sand box.
Not even the sun can upset the balance of the All, and we are very far from being suns.