• The Ox Transcended

      Astride the Ox, I reach home.
      I am serene. The Ox too can rest.
      The dawn has come. In blissful repose,
      Within my thatched dwelling
      I have abandoned the whip and ropes

    In the beginning stages it is like swimming upstream. Hard, diligent practice is needed to make headway against the current of the mind. Here there is no need for the swimmer. The swimmer and the water have become one. Practice is no longer done for a goal, to get somewhere. Life itself is practice.