I have to let go, breathe out, and lose my breath in order to have breath. So you might say that the whole idea of clinging is put in the metaphor of trying to hold on to one’s breath, trying to hold on to one’s life, refusing to let one’s self go.

You can feel it. You’ve felt it your whole life. You’ve always known there’s something inside of you that’s sought to be born, fresh and real. You know there’s something inside you, far beyond your imagination, that’s been trying to break out and be. Everyone feels this inside. But to allow life to express itself in that way, with that much abandon

Consider the following: In Buddhism, the goal of the spiritual path, if there is one, is Nirvana, or the dissolution of self in connection with something larger, with an ever-expanding spaciousness and timelessness. Taoism’s central concept, the Way, is described as a non-dual experience, the merging of subject and object—often represented by yin a