Why do I always restrict myself? Why do I always lose courage in being myself?
The world eats me but I starve. I look into the world, the matrix made of non locational neural connections and the lattice of social mores, culture, language and structures – the whole “catastrophe”. I ask myself is it important to grasp the lattice bars and call myself a responsible and reasonable citizen? The answer comes like a wisp of sacrificial smoke – let go these bars of so called “adulthood” and come home.
Home? Where is HOME?
The restriction is within the mind. The way of opening lies in a different direction. Restriction and its opposite – expansion, in and out can be seen as the rhythm of life, the breath of life. The way of the heart is the door both into and out of life.
I hear a voice within saying,
“Become what you are, blossom from your own stem. This blossoming is nothing other than the freedom you seek from restriction. The Heart is the Way, the way to the centre of everything, follow it and all the worlds will be yours because the centre of the Heart is All the Worlds.”