it dawns on me that i am building a house through meditation. a strong, spacious, bright shelter in which attention and awareness dwell. i see all kinds of weather come and go outside the clear windows. stormy rage, gales of inadequate feelings, whirlwinds of resistance, lightnings of fear. but i am watching all of that from within the house of the Self, watching them come and go, knowing that they are not who and what i really am.
hey, i just realize i am not building a house. i'm restoring the house to its inherent splendor. the great splendor of the Self is always within me. all i need to do is to get rid of the dust and stain and cobwebs that cover over it.
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