Even this is not journey’s end. Like a traveler returning from another country, you remember clearly what you have seen in bodhi; yet during the day, the everyday world closes in around you again. Such is the power of the mind that the mundane soon seems real, and unity something far away. In the third dhyana the conditioned instincts of the mind are stilled but not destroyed. They remain like seeds, ready to sprout when you return to surface awareness. The experience of unity has to be repeated over and over until those seeds are burned out, so that they can never sprout again.
