i know that i need to walk down a twisting, pitch black hall, towards a distant and dim light: towards peace. i would feel safer and more confident if the hallway were illuminated, so i call out for help. a voice down the hall says, "look inward."
putting my faith and trust in this voice, i surrender to their guidance, and contemplate what their instruction could mean.
so, i check the pocket of my coat and find a book of matches. "thank you, guru, for giving me light!"
the matches light my way for a short while and allow me to avoid a couple of obstacles and move down the hall, but i still stumble and knock into many things, causing me bruises and pain.
eventually the last match dies and i become frightened again, so i call out for help. the voice says, "look inward."
with gratitude and faith, i surrender to the continued guidance and open up my coat and find a flashlight hanging around my neck. "thank you, guru, i can see so well now! the path is obvious!"
with this flashlight, i can see obstacles and turns with great clarity, moving a great distance down the hallway, though still occasionally tripping on things that i miss with the beam of illumination.
eventually, the light starts to dim as the battery slowly dies, finally shutting off completely. in my anxiety and helplessness, i call out for help. the voice says, "look inward."
the voice has never led me astray before, so with trust and love i check my shirt pocket and find a remote control for the hallway's lighting system. "thank you, guru, for making everything clear! now, i will finally be able to reach the end of the hallway!"
now guided with absolute brilliance, i sprint forward, leaping over impediments and traps with total confidence. sometimes i do still trip and fall, but i simply laugh and cry tears of joy and love as i pick myself up and continue running. there is no way of knowing how much time goes by like this - i must have travelled miles, hundreds of miles down the gloriously illuminated hallway. i begin to grow exhausted, and despite the light and the sense of progress my fear eventually returns worse than ever before. if i cannot reach the peace at the end of the hallway with all of this beautiful light, surely it means i will never reach it. collapsed in despair, i call out for help.
i realize that someone is standing over me. i weakly raise my eyes and see that it is me! i am standing over myself and say, "what are you always shouting for? you never listen to me. look inward."
i place my trust, faith, and love in myself, and i look inward, into my heart, into my soul, into my awareness. i find peace.
i am still in the hallway, but it doesn't matter if it is lit by a candle, or the sun, or is absolutely dark. i do not need to call out for help. i have already reached my destination.
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