The Only Way I Can Be Angry

I Used To Sleep On The Floor Next To The Bed, Because I Believed That I Didn't Even Deserve A Bed To Sleep In. And Then, One Morning, A Cockroach Crawled Onto My Leg. I Looked At It, And Suddenly I Awoke From A Kind Of Hypnotic Trance In Which I Had Been All My Life.

If You Put Your Hand Into A Fire, Does Anyone Have To Tell You To Move It? Do You Have To Decide? No: When Your Hand Starts To Burn, It Moves. You Don’t Have To Direct It; The Hand Moves Itself. In The Same Way, Once You Understand, Through Inquiry, That An Untrue Thought Causes Suffering, You Move Away From It.

When I Was In My Early Forties, I Slept With A Loaded Gun Under My Bed. Id Become Severely Depressed In My Thirties, And For Almost A Decade I Spiraled Down Into Paranoia, Rage, Self-loathing, And Thoughts Of Suicide.

If You Are An Enemy To Your Own Mind, Other People Have To Become Enemies Too, Sooner Or Later. Until You Understand, Until You Can Love The Thoughts That Appear In Your Mind, Then You Can Love The Rest Of Us. You Work With The Projector -the Mind - Not The Projected World. I Can't Really Love You Until I Question The Mind That Thinks It Sees You Outside Itself . . .

When They Attack You And You Notice That You Love Them With All Your Heart, Your Work Is Done.