By a strange trick of the mind,
By a strange kind of illusion,
You have deluded yourself into thinking,
Though you're not aware of it,
That you are your depression,
That you are your anxiety,
That you are your drills that you have.
I am delighted.
You certainly are not delighted.
Delight is in you right now.
But hang around,
It'll change.
Won't last,
Never lasts.
Keeps changing.
It's always changing.
Clouds come and clouds go.
Some of them are black,
Some of them are white,
Some of them are large,
Others are small.
And if we want to follow the analogy,
You are the sky.
You're observing them all.
You're a detached observer.
You're not interfering.
Don't fix anything.
Watch.
Observe.
The trouble with people is they're busy fixing things they don't even understand.
We're always fixing things,
Aren't we?
Never strikes us that things don't need to be fixed.
They really don't.
This is the great illumination.
They need to be understood.
If you understood them,
They change.
They really would,
If you understood them.