The Constant Root of All Experiences

The snow has just stopped; through the window, a spectacular white view. Once in a while a small avalanche as the breeze shakes the heavy branches. As the wind subsides, the scene becomes one of perfect stillness, perfect beauty, accentuated by a few tiny flakes, hovering and slowly descending.

The awakened stillness is an energized one. It presumes a stirring of energies, a stirring that comes about through conscience or love.

– From The Eye That Sees Itself, Shimon Malin, pg 85

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