Resignation is not acceptance. Resignation is a mental construction, a poor-me narrative. Acceptance is a thrumming vitality, a sense-charged liveliness. In the precise moment that a situation is completely accepted, the situation changes.
We see nakedly when we see without thinking about what we are seeing, when there’s no screen of mentation separating seer from seen, when for a moment the subject/object split is healed. Babies and other new life forms see nakedly. First, their faces open as if they are seeing something miraculous. Then they smile. If the new life form is a puppy, it licks our faces with a giddy avidity. They are thrilled, I tell you. Thrilled.
Miracles don’t happen on the outside; they happen on the inside.
Forgiveness is a miracle. No one has ever ‘accomplished’ forgiveness.
Love makes no distinctions. (Unless the sun shines with greater favour on one country than another. Unless God blesses America.)
Love does not see persons as problems. (Jesus: “Why is he lying down?” He was perplexed. He didn’t get it.)
We are cured of sickness when we are seen to be well.
In the seeing is the doing.