But the instant I recognize that the way is lost, I am back on the path. I am myself. I am no longer the storm.
Everything else is just turbulence - the mental chatter, the emotions, painful memories, upsets - all that is the storm that is churning around the essential awareness of being lost.
Once I realize that I am lost in the storm, I wait and watch the turbulence.
Every storm passes.
The temptation to act out of the space of being lost is the challenge. The temptation to judge and evaluate myself and my life out of that space must be seen with great intensity. It can be a source of immense suffering.
I don't act from that space. I see all opinions as danger. I hardly speak from that space. I have found that it is best to remain silent. Words perpetuate the space that we are in.
When I take all the energy of my consciousness from the storm it dissipates. Sometimes instantly, sometimes it can take a few days. I remain patient, not forcing, just watching, allowing.
Then it is gone.
And everything is beautiful.
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