The spiritual path before us is overgrown with brambles and vines, covered by debris and strewn with rocks, sometimes the size of boulders, that have fallen to block our way to Realization. We will never find it to be a straight, smooth, open pathway; the way ahead will always be difficult. But as we move toward our goal the task of clearing the path becomes easier and more satisfying, until finally the clearing of the vines and brambles, the lifting and leveraging the boulders is in itself the joy of life. The struggle of everyday existence becomes itself the joy of living: a sweet, melodious song we sing in our hearts.
