Less is More

The next move is not yours.

The still point is a point, not a place, not an attitude. You can’t conjure it. It exists whether I ever find it or understand it.

You go there in yourself and it is your entrance into someone else’s dwelling, someone else’s garden. You bring nothing but you, a you you may no longer really know.

You did once. You knew yourself very well. But that is likely long ago and you can’t go back.

What happened in the meantime?

Some call it growing up.

Usually it is a process of burying your childlike self (not childish - there is a difference) under the rules and expectations of others.

All you can do now is to step inside, take a seat and wait expectantly. The next move is not yours.