What is here when we stop trying to arrive there? What is here, so close that we do not notice? Words will never answer. What knows cannot be known except to Itself. It is what we are. It is a Mystery prior to any conception of “God,” or “Buddha,” or “I Am,” prior to being or non-being. . .

It is undivided Silence, empty of nothing, continually moving, continually still. It is what we are. Only This! It is where the mind cannot go, where mind must remain in Unknowing.

Dorothy Hunt

If we liken experience to a radio, our usual mode is to just keep turning the dial until we find a station that we like. However, what I’m inviting you to do is to get interested in the fact that the radio of experiencing is even on and playing in the first place.

John Astin