“Forgive them. They don’t know what they’re doing.”
We act according to our level of consciousness, neither higher nor lower. The realization of this is forgiveness.
More suffering comes into the world by people who take offence than by people who give it.
The word consciousness cannot be pluralized. That is because there is only one consciousness, one life, albeit manifested in many forms. The recognition of this is love.
The seeker is a finder who discovers peace cannot be found outside himself.
Goodness provides a service to others. Love realizes that there are no others.
Life is a series of surprises. They wake us up, surprises do. If it weren’t for surprises, we’d be cocooned in our own conditioning, wrapped in our habits, mummified in memory, made dull and robotic through endless repetition. See, we measure our liveliness by what we shed, in moments of realizing, ‘I’m done with that.’
