Experience (n.) cannot be milked, because you are it: trying to get something out of it is merely chasing yourself.
Experience (n.) arriving of itself — the heart beating, breath moving — is not passive but already spontaneous action, and it flows into more.
Experience (n.) is not a mind on one side and its experiences on the other — just a process in which there is nothing to grasp and no one to grasp it.
Experience (n.) is not something we have; "having an experience" is just experiencing, and the redundant phrase shows we think we stand apart from it.
Experience (n.) and experiencer become one experiencing once the separate ego is known to be a fiction; known and knower, one knowing.
Experience (n.) is a wordless song playing on your nerves as breath plays on a flute, only in many more dimensions than sound.
Experience (n.) is only ever present experience: if a feeling is not here now, you are not aware of it.
Experience (n.) and the present moment are the same thing.
Experience (n.) is simply there; there is no someone experiencing it, any more than you hear hearing or see sight.
Experience (n.) is no longer something you are trapped in, pushed around by or forced to fight, once you become it instead of having it.