The best course is always to ask your Self what to say, what to do or where to go. But you need a sanctified pause for this, an empty space of silent awareness. The voice is still and small and it doesn’t repeat itself.
We bridle our anger when we stop answering questions we haven’t been asked.
Where is it, this “pearl of great price”?
Where it’s always been—inside the clam.
Likewise, the chalice, suspended from a bough of the great oak in the walled-off garden of the grown-over castle.
“Look inside yourself.”