I have subjugated myself to teachings, to deeds, to relationships, to a variety of different obligations—and as a result, no thought of mine is finished and mature.
Supernal illuminations fall away like blossoms that drop after having appeared, before their time to ripen has arrived, because of a storm wind.
And so the time has come to break the chains that my own hands placed upon all the limbs of my soul, upon all the parts of my spirit. I have no obligation to focus on obstacles outside myself. Salvation is firmly placed within me, within my heart.
The wellspring of tranquility pours forth and flows unceasingly. The kindness of Hashem fills the world.
All that I have to do is to attend to that autonomous awareness, to listen to the secret of the speech of creation in its inner chambers.
I will hear, and my spirit will live.
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