Experience is complete in itself but you do not coincide with it. It is what you could relax into if only you could let go of everything, of every need to possess it, to know it. You call it your experience but it is separated by the thinnest barrier from you who are in time while it is not. Either you go to experience or experience comes to you. The first is what you continually strive for through structures of time, through repetition or surprise or pretended indifference. But you can't pass through the moving barrier of the present. So it has to be the other way around since experience already has its beach-head in you, but you have no power to broaden it. Its energy is far deeper than yours but it is stubbornly quiescent. You can only offer receptivity without grasping or hope.