A LIFETIME OF SEEKING


She was getting old, she wrote me, and she was filled with regret that she had spent decades at satsangs and retreats and watching videos and reading books about enlightenment. She said she felt she had wasted her life and she had nothing to show for it.

I told her that all she felt had been wasted was her life; every smile and hug she shared with everyone else at every talk and every retreat, seeker and sage alike, simply human animals singing and talking and meditating and doing yoga and laughing and crying and sleeping and breaking bread together; her life was in every beautiful word
that touched her, and that feeling of longing the words evoked was none other than her own love and beauty; her life was there in all the videos that perplexed her and annoyed her and also filled her with wonder and awe.


I told her there is nothing to get, no unfinished journey to complete. I wrote "your life was never your own, it never passed you by, it is you, it is all and everything and no thing at all. No one has ever had more, known more, or felt more than you do right now in this apparent instant, and that is as enlightened as any of us are ever going to get. This is your life, and it is love, and it is not even that, yet it is always so beautifully and wonderfully and mysteriously more than enough."

 

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  1. ❤ If she had been enlightened, if teaching were pristine, her joy💖

    You Theoretically convey, would have been a living reality!!!!

    Hence, my uncompromising criticism of the present(99%)so called 😂 Speakers, who dish the NO no no... So that correct teachings are borne, out of REAL GURUS!!! 😇

    PRANAMS
    ❤️ 🌈 🙏

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