Sometimes the soul expresses itself and we have an irrational experience of intuitive knowing. When this happens, there’s no debate, no doubt, no weighing of pros and cons. It’s pure, simple and unassailable. It could be one word, three words or a rush of love during which we love the beloved more than ourselves.
If I knew myself to the innermost point of my being, I would not second-guess myself, doubt myself, criticize myself, improve myself, compare myself or forgive myself. And I would never ever apologize.
A quiet mind is not an end in itself. It clears the stage.
No one loves who loves a little. Or forgives who forgives a little.
I asked him, “Are you an honest man?” He responded immediately: “No, I’m not.” I felt my forearms flush. It happens whenever I hear the unvarnished truth.
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