The longest journey, perhaps the most difficult trek, the
most intense traveling is to the self.
It is not traversing the world; it is meandering through the desert of
the ego, of the frightened false and small self.
It is going through the brambles and the
briars that others have put in our way, and somehow we have given permission
that these things grow and they prosper because they were right. We realize now that they were not, they never
were.
And what comes from that and what flows to the surface is
realization, that there’s a different way.
What is that different way? It’s
you.
Buddha
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