Sit still and the thin line between sacred and profane simply fades away.
There is nothing then to reconcile. All the disparate threads are woven on the loom of life.
Sit here for a bit and your unique place in the pattern becomes clear.
Take the still point with you when it's time to walk away.
Make the choice to see affinity, to watch the picture taking shape as thread joins thread.
Dare to be the weaver and the loom, creator and creation, the sower and the sown.
In the moment of stillness, all that came before is seen as one.