There is no truth in an emotion. The word emotion, derived from the Latin for agitate, indicates a disturbance. Truth is the awareness of an emotion. Love is not an emotion. It’s imperturbable.
Home is not a house; it’s the present moment.
If we are not present, we are not at home.
The prodigal son awakened in a pig barn. Stunning, to find oneself at home in a pig barn.
Let us be resolute in our commitment to the present moment. And why, as a practical matter, should it be elsewhere? Life is not in the future, neither is it in the past.
Nothing in the natural world has a purpose. We step into Nature and we exhale: “Ah, no purpose here.” Nor any need for one. Bears have no purpose. They do not take vacations. After all the excitement, the disciples were told, “Stay in the city.”
Make of nothing a means to an end. The end is the means. This is the essence of the Gita: Take no thought for outcomes. Expect the unexpected.
Old pain is buried pain—pain we haven’t dealt with. When the hurt happened, we didn’t know what to do, so we put it in the basement. It howls and rages down there. All it wants is the lights on, clear seeing, our thoughtless attention, the silent fortitude of love.