The acceptance of oneself is the essence of the whole moral problem and the epitome of a whole outlook on life. That I feed the hungry, that I forgive an insult, that I love my enemy in the name of Christ—all these are undoubtedly great virtues. What I do unto the least of my brethren, that I do unto Christ. But what if I should discover that the least among them all, the poorest of all the beggars, the most impudent of all the offenders, the very enemy himself—that these are within me, and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness—that I myself am the enemy who must be loved—what then? As a rule, the Christian’s attitude is then reversed; there is no longer any question of love or long-suffering; we say to the brother within us “Raca,” and condemn and rage against ourselves. We hide it from the world; we refuse to admit ever having met this least among the lowly in ourselves.

C. G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections

'Sincerity is not enough,' the Master would frequently say.
‘What you need is honesty.’
‘What’s the difference?’ someone asked.
‘Honesty is a never-ending openness to the facts,’ said the Master. ‘Sincerity is believing one’s own propaganda.’

Anthony De Mello, Awakening (via bhikkus)

(via monaeltahawy)

Here is the grackle, people.
Here is the fox, folks.
The grackle sits in the bracken. The fox

Here are the fronds, friends,
that cover the fox.
The fronds get in a frenzy. The grackle

Here are the ticks, tykes,
that live in the leaves, loves.
The fox is confounded,
and God is above.

George Starbuck, “Fable for Blackboard” from Bone Thoughts (Yale University Press). Copyright © 1960 by George Starbuck.