It seems like just about every evening
here in Satsang, somebody cries.
here in Satsang, somebody cries.
Sometimes, everybody cries.
Everyone wants to come home.
Everyone wants to come home.
No matter how well defended,
no matter how cynical,
no matter how angry, bitter or hurt;
No matter how much we have trivialized our lives and each other, underneath the whole thing, all of us want to come home to each other: to simple awareness, affection, and compassion for each other.
It’s what we already are.
And when we drop the self-centered pretenses and stories, none of which are really useful or true, there is just the simple honesty and tenderness of this moment.
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