Inner peace is easy. Forget everything. And from here on, don’t look back.
Two nights ago, I dreamt that I was lying in a light-filled room full of resting babies. Suddenly the baby next to me looked directly into my eyes and said, “We love you.”
We are fascinated by our bodies but of “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower” we are mostly incurious.
We are light emitters. Now, from a scientific point of view, all matter emits light, even stones, but ours is an extraordinary radiance, rapturously described in The Tibetan Book of the Dead as “the luminous splendour of the colourless light of Emptiness.” We think we are bodies going about the business of the body, but that’s vyakti, the outer self. The inner self, the vyakta, is pure light. I occasionally have the experience of seeing a soft white glow around the head of the man I am counselling. On those occasions I know again that all is well. There’s nothing he needs to do.
Will the last person to leave the church please turn out the lights.