Art by Jonathon Earl Bower
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The Way opens up when it seems the most narrow, just as the glooming forest presses and hems most thickly at the edge of a sunlit glade before it opens to the light. If the path seems suddenly impenetrable, know that this is the herald of an imminent breakthrough.
You have a relentless friend, a watchful angel of the soul that has been appointed the business of undoing all your business. When the view becomes too obscure he will tear down those structures of the mind that hold you hostage to assumption. He has no interest in your beliefs, nor does he sympathize with your endless intellectual pretenses. He will strike you dumb if you try to talk your way to God. It is his compassion to crack your heart open when the fabrications of conceit encompass your horizon. Put your trust in his hard mercy; he knows the way.
Be guided by your basic instinct, to survive the contrivances of a false mortality. Follow the scent of the divine through your self concealment. Yesterday you were a somebody. You arose, and somebody brushed their teeth, thought their idle thoughts, and went out into a world to be a something. Do not make that mistake today. Keep watching the one who lives this life for you, and stay alert for signs of a real life.
Love opens. It is the space you allow to be in the architecture of this world. It is the essence; and that is why it can become the liberation of any form that seems to confine you. When a point of impasse gets too dense, its own heaviness becomes a prophecy of breakthrough. Wait until the pattern of divination begins to reveal itself.
Stay hidden like an owl in your forest. When the clouds pass from the face of the moon there will be a moonlit trail that will point to the opening. Make no effort to fly through it, for a sky door will fly open in the heart. You will have come through to a new dawning, with a password that love alone discloses. Another heavy star will have transfigured to original radiance to light your way.
Love is always with child, ever expectant. Love gives of itself that a cosmic child be reborn in the breath of its spirit. Salvation becomes each moment this eternal child is awakened.