Sit. Blow out the candle. Blow out your cares. Surrender. Exist in thanksgiving. The darkness is rich soil. Silence is fertilizer.
Already planted in the soil are magic surprises waiting to be born.
Allow every perplexity to drift away. Permit the venue to encapsulate you, to overtake you, to haunt you.
Be attuned to the profound intricacies at this level. Learn who you are at this level: where nothing-ness and everything-ness flit in and out of existence.
This is where perplexity, puzzlement and amazement all come together and give birth to the possibility of experiencing the Infinite.
The Infinite 