Not later. Not when you have figured it out. Not when the meditation deepens and the mind finally quiets and the pattern finally releases and the relationship finally heals and the grief finally lifts and the life finally looks the way you always imagined it would.
Now. This breath. This light. This body, imperfect and alive. This mind, restless and searching and somehow, underneath all the searching, already perfectly still.
This moment — which will not come again, which has never existed before, which is already passing as you read this line — this moment is the one.
Not the one you were waiting for. Not the one that requires anything more of you than what you already are. The one.
The awareness reading these words is the awareness the teachers pointed at. The knowing that knows you are reading is the knowing they called God and Tao and Buddha Nature and the Self and a hundred other names for the one thing that has no name because it is the namer.
You have arrived. You were always already here. This is it. Welcome home.
— Free Your Mind
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