Practice Has To Be A Process Of

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

There Is A Foundation For Our Lives, A Place In Which Our Life Rests. That Place Is Nothing But The Present Moment, As We See, Hear, Experience What Is. If We Do Not Return To That Place, We Live Our Lives Out Of Our Heads. We Blame Others; We Complain; We Feel Sorry For Ourselves. All Of These Symptoms Show That We're Stuck In Our Thoughts. We're Out Of Touch With The Open Space That Is Always Right Here.

Underneath Our Nice, Friendly Facades There Is Great Unease. If I Were To Scratch Below The Surface Of Anyone I Would Find Fear, Pain, And Anxiety Running Amok. We All Have Ways To Cover Them Up. We Overeat, Over-drink, Overwork; We Watch Too Much Television.

We Are Caught In The Contradiction Of Finding Life A Rather Perplexing Puzzle Which Causes Us A Lot Of Misery, And At The Same Time Being Dimly Aware Of The Boundless, Limitless Nature Of Life. So We Begin Looking For An Answer To The Puzzle.

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.