Those who claim to rule over us try to keep our minds in a constant
state of political shock, economic anxiety, and fear of war, because
when we are outraged, we are easy to manipulate.
So we
want to resist. But the best resistance is to remain centered in the
diamond solidity of pure awareness, letting the muddy oil of this world
slide bead-like off the lotus of your heart. The joy of inner freedom
never projects despair onto the mirror of the future.
Feel the
nearness of the Beloved in the warmth of anahata, the space in your
chest where harmony arises from a silent un-struck bell. There is
nothing to resist when you are hollow.
Be guided by whatever expands the warmth in your heart. Leave
whatever contracts it. This warmth is unfathomably gentle, yet its power
is mightier than all political institutions, and every strategy the
mind invents for self-protection.
Use this tenderness to
heal some small creature right beside you, and you will heal the earth.
Love is local, but its breath sweeps the stars.
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