How could that be? Shouldn’t you be changing yourself? Improving yourself? Fixing yourself? What about making yourself a better person, taking courses, working on yourself?
I will never forget when I first read those words in a Siddha Yoga course letter.
There is nothing to do. Everything is perfect just as it is.
I was stunned. I don’t have to do anything? Me? Me, the one with so many flaws? Me? Surely, this advice must have been written for someone else — for someone much better than I am. It did not mean me, the one so far from any kind of ideal.
And “perfect.” Everything is perfect? Just as I am right now? And, wait, forget about me, what about the world and the other people in it? Perfect? With murders, wars, terrorism, bullying, violence? And…
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