“Wherever you find yourself,
right there is a door to your innermost Being.
But usually there is a crowd around this door.
They have set up a fish market at the gate of Heaven.
‘We have nice fish for you, the best you’ll taste. . . ‘
and instead of going through,
you’re smelling the fish,
and you are smelling of fish!
When the moment of truth comes,
the mind is making excuses.
One day you will have to give up your stories and admit,
‘I have no accomplice, all this play is Me alone.’