So true. When each of us will have the capacity to still still, alone in an empty room for an hour with nothing but a bare mind and open hands, yet enjoying the moment for what it is, humanity will start to know itself. By heart.
What you’re describing isn’t waiting—it’s being. Waiting is full of expectation and unease, but being is something else entirely. It’s presence, the ability to sit in a moment without needing anything to happen. No clock ticking, no outcome on the horizon—just you, fully here, fully enough.
So true. When each of us will have the capacity to still still, alone in an empty room for an hour with nothing but a bare mind and open hands, yet enjoying the moment for what it is, humanity will start to know itself. By heart.
Beautiful, Yves-Claude.
What you’re describing isn’t waiting—it’s being. Waiting is full of expectation and unease, but being is something else entirely. It’s presence, the ability to sit in a moment without needing anything to happen. No clock ticking, no outcome on the horizon—just you, fully here, fully enough.
That’s the real mastery.
Exactly, as Byron Katie puts it: “Loving What Is”