The everyday, familiar sense of self who lives in time, and that dimension which we've called presence, that is always here, that is still and quiet.

When the heart opens, we forget ourselves and the world pours in: this world, and also the invisible world of meaning that sustains everything that was and ever shall be.

We have to be on time every day for one thing or another, so how can we be on time and yet not in time at the same time?

What's not often in the present moment is the thinking mind.

People around us change and circumstances change. We can often find ourselves struggling against those things.

I bring my attention to my hands on the steering wheel and notice how the chatter in my mind begins to fall away as my breathing slows. I'm awake and alive, simply driving the car going where I need to go, on time and in time. A still point of the turning world. With that awareness, I bring my attention into my body, and the body is the doorway to the timeless, because the body is always where we are and always in the present moment.

Everything constantly changes.