Any path is only a path, and there is no affront to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds’ wings.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
The mind exists in a state of “not enough” and so is always greedy for more. When you are identified with mind, you get bored and restless very easily. Boredom means the mind is hungry for more stimulus…it is not satisfied.
This deep self-confidence, uncompromising quest for Truth is a lesson for all of us.
