A book about what the great religions are actually doing when they sit down, breathe out, and look inward.
The teaching threaded here is older than any of its tongues. It has been called dharma in the Ganges valley, dao in the kingdoms along the Yellow River, kami no michi on the islands east of the Sea of Japan, fitra in the Arabian peninsula, the kingdom of heaven within in Galilee, Ein Sof in the schools of Provence and Safed, the One among the Greeks who walked from Alexandria up to the Acropolis, Ik Onkar among the Sikh Gurus in the Punjab. The names are local. The thing the names are pointing at is not.
This book is for any reader — Hindu, Buddhist, Christian, Muslim, Sikh, Daoist, Shinto, Jain, atheist, undecided — who has noticed that when they sit very quietly, the differences between their tradition and someone else’s begin to dissolve. The book takes that noticing seriously. It treats it as the fact, and the doctrines as the local weather around the fact.
