“We hurry up our childen only to try, in vain, to hold a part of them back. Everything happens in its own time soon enough. Soon enough is always too soon. “Don’t push the river,” my Zen teacher says to pull me back when he sees my mind wander off in search of someday. “Let the future come to you.” Ready or not, it does. It toddles forward on its first steps, teeters on a threshold for one agonizing instant, then turns and waves bye-bye. Goodbye, sweet baby; hello, sweet girl.
“When I occupy that instant, any instant, my heart’s fullness reminds me that here is everything and everything is here. This is how I would live if I had mastery of myself – without wasting one sideways glance at what was or what has yet to be… If I were looking forward or lingering too long, forever looking backward, I would miss too much. I would miss it all.” (p. 114)