To The Truth That Sets Us Free

If we could only remember—in the Now—the fact that there always come to us those telling moments when nothing that mattered before matters as it once did, when the things formerly prized are seen as being virtually without value to us, then . . .

Perhaps we might know our lives painted upon a broader canvas . . . where our days would not be filled with their shallow strokes of petty self-concerns, but with the gentle brush of what is True and Timeless.

And should we—for the sake of being present to ourselves in the Now—be able to see within ourselves this broad new scale of Being, then we would also know that Life itself has never weighed in upon us so heavily as to hurt us, rather . . .

It was we who, in ignorance of Reality, carelessly attributed weight to events that were without substance, causing ourselves to fear and suffer nothing less than the fervent magnitude of our own imagination.