All I Can Be Is Who I

To Some Degree We All Find Life Difficult, Perplexing, And Oppressive. Even When It Goes Well, As It May For A Time, We Worry That It Probably Won't Keep On That Way.

Most Of Our Difficulties, Our Hopes, And Our Worries Are Empty Fantasies. Nothing Has Ever Existed Except This Moment. That's All There Is. That's All We Are. Yet Most Human Beings Spend 50 To 90 Percent Or More Of Their Time In Their Imagination, Living In Fantasy. We Think About What Has Happened To Us, What Might Have Happened, How We Feel About It, How We Should Be Different, How Others Should Be Different, How It's All A Shame, And On And On; It's All Fantasy, All Imagination. Memory Is Imagination. Every Memory That We Stick To Devastates Our Life.

In Spiritual Maturity, The Opposite Of Injustice Is Not Justice But Compassion.

How Do We Know If Our Practice Is A Real Practice? Only By One Thing: More And More, We Just See The Wonder. What Is The Wonder? I Don't Know. We Can't Know Such Things Through Thinking. But We Always Know It When It's There.

Awareness Is Our True Self; It's What We Are. So We Don't Have To Try To Develop Awareness; We Simply Need To Notice How We Block Awareness With Our Thoughts, Our Fantasies, Our Opinions, And Our Judgments. We're Either In Awareness, Which Is Our Natural State, Or We're Doing Something Else.