What is here when we stop trying to arrive there? What is here, so close that we do not notice? Words will never answer. What knows cannot be known except to Itself. It is what we are. It is a Mystery prior to any conception of “God,” or “Buddha,” or “I Am,” prior to being or non-being. . .

It is undivided Silence, empty of nothing, continually moving, continually still. It is what we are. Only This! It is where the mind cannot go, where mind must remain in Unknowing.

Dorothy Hunt