The soul is always praying. True prayer is this: that we cease to do anything else but pray; that we become attentive to the prayers already being offered up in the silence of our hearts. When we pose no resistance, and do not attempt to manipulate the processes already at work deep within ourselves: only then can true prayer take place.
It is not ecstasy, it is honesty. Sadness is sadness, allowed to be sadness. Silliness is itself. Strangeness is free to be strange. Ignorance is not in conflict with itself. Mysteriously, it is wisdom.
You cannot make yourself what you are. You cannot tell the heart that loves to love. You cannot plant a seed that is planted, nor pick a fruit that is picked. The hunger you desire is already there. The sanctity. The fullness overflowing, welling up from within. The questing and the answer are both there, dancing.
This is purity: not to act, but to be.
Who is the enlightened man? He who does not thwart himself by attempting to be that which he already is. Only when we stop pretending, or trying to be something other than we are, will we become free to be who we really are.
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