There are times when life can't help itself and, as the Psalmist wrote, "Deep calls unto deep." Then the mass of the world dances on the pinhead of our wonderment, and our breath so carefully cultivated carries us, like the wind, whithersoever it will.
When I started the practice of
"no preference," a special
quality of mind began to grow—
a unique understanding and
affirmation of the way things
are— and I discovered something
extraordinary: the heart of
stillness sits perfectly balanced in
the middle of chaos. This is the
true dwelling place of the soul.