All I Can Be Is Who I

There Is No End To The Opening Up That Is Possible For A Human Being.

Caught In The Self-centered Dream, Only Suffering; Holding To Self-centered Thoughts, Exactly The Dream; Each Moment, Life As It Is, The Only Teacher; Being Just This Moment, Compassion's Way.

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.

Body Tension Will Always Be Present If Our Good Feeing Is Just Ordinary, Self-centered Happiness. Joy Has No Tension In It, Because Joy Accepts Whatever Is As It Is.

Trust In Things Being As They Are Is The Secret Of Life. But We Don't Want To Hear That. I Can Absolutely Trust That In The Next Year My Life Is Going To Be Changed, Different, Yet Always Just The Way It Is.