just die into silence. Die to the past. Die to the future. Die to the
breath. Completely let go. The silence reveals itself as refuge, as
awareness that can be trusted, tenderly loving and resounding with the
majesty and the mystery of the sacred.
At the back of our brains, so to speak, there is a forgotten blaze or burst of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life is to dig for this sunrise of wonder. - G.K. Chesterton