Questions

How many questions do you think you ask in a day, to yourself and to others? And do you think they get you anywhere? Probably not because it’s not the answer—which might be hiding in that other person you posed the question to—that matters; what matters to you is to voice what is bothering you at that moment.
Every answer is inside you, and by asking the question, you help it find its way to the surface, where it will reveal itself to you in all its clarity.
What is left then is for you to recognize it because most often, you don’t like the answers which appear. Sometimes, you may even think you can do better…yes, you can, you can “come up with” an answer which “suits” you at that moment…but don’t be surprised if you’re not satisfied with it later. Its initial beauty will fade when you realize, in the light of reality, that it’s not the truth but rather self-deception. It doesn’t pay off to walk through brushwood if you have a beautiful path in front of you; perhaps you don’t like it, perhaps you prefer it were different, but it’s here for you and you for it, and that’s the only way you can get to what you’re looking for, to the answer…which resides within you.
Imagine you were a flower standing in a beautiful field surrounded by a forest. As the days go by, this flower says to itself: “If only I knew what lies behind that forest, if only I could take a look just for a moment”. And as the days go by, its yearning grows stronger and stronger. It no longer sees the beauty around it, the beauty of the life it’s chosen for itself. It just hopes that for one moment it would be able to see what is behind that forest…
And then one day, its wish comes true…a girl passing by plucks it and carries it through the forest in her little hand. While she’s still carrying it, the joy it feels is endless, its wish is coming true, all it’s the answers will be revealed just as it had hoped.
And then it sees…the other field…a beautiful field full of flowers. And as it dries out and dies, discarded on the side of the path, it takes in all the beauty surrounding it…it sees beautiful grass, beautiful clouds, the sun, and the birds…it sees beauty. And while its entire being swells up with a feeling of happiness, it thinks how familiar it all looks. It’s seen this somewhere else. And as the final rays of life leave its delicate body, it remembers its home, its old field and all its beauty. The last thought it has is: “How beautiful was everything that surrounded me, how beautiful, just like this; I am happy.”
You don’t need to die to find the beauty you’re seeking. It’s right here in front of you.
And don’t allow yourself to only find it when it’s too late for you in this lifetime. You’ve come here as seekers, but you must begin the search with yourself and your life. You’ll see that the search will end soon, and you’ll be able to use the fruits of your quest for the rest of your life.
There’s only one energy, only one truth, only one love, only one joy, only one…Everything you’re looking for, there’s only one of it, and it’s entirely the same…everywhere.
When you realize that and accept it, your life will take on the meaning you want it to.
And after that, everything unfolds by itself, just as it’s supposed to, and you’ll be aware of that.