The center of the universe is wherever you are and it is everywhere.
The beauty of darkness, the exultation of nothing.
And only the center is real.
It is like falling in love with yourself; there is nothing to do, no one to be, no responsibility, no meaning, no suffering, no death. You no longer believe yourself into a separate distant polarity where you are identified as a tiny speck making grandiose efforts to prove that something is true.
What’s left is absolutely sane.
If you want to open your heart, question your thinking.
You are what exists before all story and what remains when all story is understood.
Life on the other side of inquiry is so simple and obvious that it can’t be imagined beforehand. Everything is seen to be perfect just the way it is.
Hope and faith are not needed in this place.
Earth turned out to be the heaven I was longing for.
There is such abundance here. Now, always.
There is a table, there is a floor. There is a rug on the floor.
There is a window.
There is a sky.
I could go on and on celebrating the world I live in.
It would take a lifetime to describe this moment, this now,
which doesn’t even exist except as my story.
And isn’t it fine?
The wonderful thing about knowing who you are is that you are always in a state of grace, a state of gratitude for the abundance
of the apparent world. I overflow with the splendor, the generosity of it all. And I did not do anything but notice.
The litmus test for self-realization is a constant state of gratitude. This gratitude is not something you can look for and find. It comes from another direction and it takes you over completely. It’s so vast that it can’t be dimmed or overlaid.
Thanks to Barbara!