My Own Suffering…
Is not my own. It is only a perceptual misunderstanding, having nothing to do with what I am. A mistaken idea that sees an identity that’s separate from the reality in which it dances.
I am not a someone who is missing something. I am an everything that imagines a someone who is missing a something. I am not this image of someone, I am that which can create images.
The experience of suffering, reminds me of this. The more I believe in the images as what I am, the greater the suffering that is perceived.
Suffering, simply invites me to return home.