When we are alone on a starlit night, when 

by chance we see the migrating birds in 

autumn descending on a grove of junipers to 

rest and eat; when we see children in a 

moment when they are really children, when 

we know love in our own hearts; or when we 

hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a

 solitary splash - at such times the 

awakening, the turning inside out of all

 values, the "newness," the emptiness and 

the purity of vision that make themselves 

evident, all these provide a glimpse of the 

cosmic dance. ~Thomas Merton