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It is the poison of doubt which prevents us from recognizing our own source, pure and immaculate from the very beginning. We cannot believe we are perfect as we are, that there is nothing to change in us. We have been fed so much from the nipple of performance, of excellence at any price, that we cannot imagine that all we have to do is relax totally in order to slip into our own hearts.
This immense, bottomless doubting of our own ability, our own legitimacy, has been nourished by years of everyday mistreatment and perverse comparison.
Its magnificent apparatus, refined from generation to generation, has destroyed our natural courage and confidence and obliged us to build a shell in order to resist it.
This massive doubt, at the root of most of our resistance and of all our inflexibilities, clouds our essence thickly and keeps it from emerging.
It keeps us from recognizing our own perfection and the perfection around us, imprisons us in myriads of judgements of ourselves and others and in the end makes us incapable of welcoming the simple beauty of what is real.

Our own nature has been pure and luminous since beginningless time, and it doesn’t need to take personal training seminars to become what it already is: absolute perfection.

In a moment of distraction, of fatigue, our essence cracks the shell for a brief instant and softly tickles our very cells. Taken by surprise, we are astonished at the sweet trembling—and then the personal survival system returns in all its strength and the way to our heart is closed off until the next moment of distraction, the next time our guard is down.
This essence requires no change and no special ground at all, only simple relaxation, to irradiate our body/awareness at last and fill every cell with a sweet continual trembling.
Just allowing ourselves to drop here-and-now our purely ego-centred, purely neurotic fever to perfect ourselves, to be the best, to be still more perfect, still stronger, still more...

Sucked into this infernal spiral of self-improvement, we no longer have time to breathe, let alone savor the world which is offered to us each and every second.
We become deaf and blind to the simple yet breathtaking beauty of a pure and limpid sky, a rising birdsong, the caress of the breeze in our hair.

Have you taken the time to look at the sky this morning?!