The exhortations of my Dzogchen teacher who is all about the Pause have finally found my ears and even though I am still in the flow of teaching, I am already feeling the first blessings of slowing down, experiencing what I have longed for in all these years of practice: extended moments of exquisite presence. Peace, really.
Really – peace? I used to dread peace like a thing boring and therefore deadly. But this shimmering stillness that envelops the world has at its core, brightly-tightly coiled, a seemingly limitless potential for aliveness.
Who said to abandon all hope of fruition? The Tibetans did – best bet not to get hung up on hoping when results are uncertain and elusive as they always are. But here I am, tasting the unearned sweetness of being, at least for the moment not looking at the grass over there.
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