The Art of Living (review)
As your mind-body stills, you begin to see clearly. Instead of “you” watching the rain drop, there is only rain dropping. Rather than a separate you doing the action of “watching” the rain, there is the splash, splash, splash. With mindfulness, everything comes together in harmony. Breathing in, breathing out. Like a bow sliding across a violin in one slow hum, you are continuous, open to the sound. You are not separate from the rest of life. You inter-are. You are relations.
