That which we seek has always been with us.
Waiting for us.
Occluded by clouds of misunderstanding.
A sort of blindness to what is.
It is the movement in stillness,
The shout in silence,
Even alive in what I’ve most resisted.
The illusion is our not recognizing you and our attention to that which blinds us.
Blind habits and tendencies.
Like a foggy glass pane or mirror yoga and meditation wipe clean
So we can see!
The Every Day Yogi 