I came to see that there was nothing to forgive, that I was the one who caused my own problems.
Self-realization is not complete until it lives in action.
One morning as I lay sleeping on the floor, a cockroach crawled over my foot. And I opened my eyes out of this dead sleep - about a 43-year sleep - and in place of all that darkness was a joy that I can't describe.
Arguing with reality it like trying to teach a cat to bark.
What I say and what I'm really experiencing - those universes are very different.
Gratitude is what we are without a story.