in the whirlwind of life, the center should hold. it shouldn't tremble. we live so many realities, we wake up from dreamy nights, sleepless sleeps, thoughts mulled over and feelings clogged up. and every day there is something new, some new thought, some new face, some new newness. and we are dealing with it. i only wish the center to stay. only if i knew which is the center exactly. a formless pervaded life can have a center, i know, but the task is to find it and hold on to it. no, i don't want to be swept away. not so soon. and the center cannot be the ego...