“I see the little girl playing with sticks and invisible animals, singing, and directly demonstrating the deep and inexpressible living mystery as if an ancient sage who comes once every 10,000 years had returned to earth just to send the spark of vital insight into my heart. In that moment, every shadow of my sense of being advanced is dissolved. The naked mystery of the child’s spirit-play shreds these shadows, making of them flowers with which it honors my attention.”

— an anonymous seeker of the way