Returning

All ways return, ultimately. It fascinates me that I wake up each day, freshly wondering how to be at peace. Because by now, I could solidify it as a truth for myself that the way [to peace] is to return.

If ever I feel an anxiety or a confusion in returning to an internal, natural state, it’s because I have not connected enough with it and so I’m not used to it. Not familiar with it daily, it’s harder to know. The unknown is unnerving. Encouragement: cultivate a sense of adventure in order to put sole to dirt in trekking deep into the jungle of dark. You can’t imagine the journey. You must do it. Somewhere in the thicket, marked by thousands of non-exact maps from ancient masters, is the pulsing light of it.

It = ? = Divine. The Divine is initially frightening because it’s unknown but also because it is power. All the demons in me that fight for me to stay disconnected and to stay in illusion are terrified of True Power. Because that’s their death.

If it all returns eventually, then why put effort in returning?

This is the chatter of the clever demons, using intellect and reason to their advantage.

Put in the effort (which is to say, surrender) to return more swiftly to One so that Light shines more brightly not just for me, but for all. All ways return but it takes All returning.