The Happiness Of Arising From self

The one great trap we so easily fall into and so rarely escape from is mistaking our prison for ourself. We are each of us an aspect of the whole, but we confuse our body and our limited “self” with being our true self. Thus, we cannot differentiate between self-interest and selfishness. In catering to the “self”, we make our Self miserable. We strain to see life through a knothole, when we at any time have the ability to peak above the fence of self.

Each of us is all. This realization alone will bring us more happiness than all the material possessions we can ever hope to accumulate for “self”. The Besos and the Musks of the world are regarded as crawling amoebas to any pauper with this awareness. The lives of sheiks and rulers are tawdry affairs to those who live as Self. No jealousy is felt by those alive in Self, only pity.

Those who do not experience the sweetness of drawing in each breath buy cars and mansions in hopes of feeling something close to it. Those who do not hear or taste the miracle of a bird call or a tomato picked fresh from the vine spend their lives in search of substitutes.

When a pharaoh died, he was buried with all the gold and jewels that surrounded him in life. If he was not aware of Self, such wealth gave him no greater joy while he still drew breath than it does in the tomb.