Opening the door of your Heart

Several centuries ago, seven monks were in a cave in a jungle somwhere in Asia, meditating on unconditional love. There was the head monk, his brother and his best friend. The fourth was the head monk's enemy: they just cannot get along. The fifth monk in the group was a very old monk, so advanced in years that he was expected to die at anytime. The sixth monk was sick - so ill in fact that he too could die at any time. And the last monk, the seventh, was the useless monk. He always snored when he was supposed to be meditating; he couldn't remember his chanting, and if he did he would chant off-key. He couldn't even keep his robes on properly but the others tolerated him and thanked him for teaching them patience. One day a gang of bandits discovered the cave. It was so remote, so well hidden, that they wanted to take over as their own base, so they decided to kill all the monks. The head monk, fortunately, was a very persuasive speaker. He managed to persuade the gang of bandits to let all the monks go, except one, who would be killed as a warning to the other monks not to let anyone know the location of the cave. That was the best the head monk could do.The head monk was left alone for a few minutes to make the awful decision of who should be sacrificed so that the others could go free. Who did the head monk choose? The enemy? His brother? The useless monk? The answer: The head monk was unable to choose. His love for his brother was exactly the same, no more and no less, than his love for his best friend - which was exactly the same as his love for his enemy, for the old monk, the sick monk, and even for the dear old useless monk. He had perfected the meaning of these words: the door of my heart will always be open to you, whatever you do, whoever you are. The door of the head monk's heart was wide open to all, with unconditional, non-discriminating, free-flowing love. And mos poignanatly, his love for others was equal to his love for himself. The door of his heart was open to himself as well. That's why he couldn't choose between himself and others. 'Love thy neighbour as thy self'. Not more than yourself and not less than yourself, but equal to yourself. It means to regard others as one would regard oneself, and oneself as one regards others. Why is it that most people will think that the head monk would choose himself to die? Why is it, in our cultute, that we are always sacrificing ourselves for others and this is held to be good? Why is it that we are more demanding, critical and punishing of ourselves than of anyone else? It is for one and the same reason: we have not yet learned how to love ourselves. If you find it difficult to say to another ' the door of my heart is opened to you, whatever you do', then that difficulty is trifling compared with the difficulty you will face in saying to yourself: 'Me. The one I've veen so close to for as long as I can remember. Myself. The door of my heart is open to me as well. All of me no matter what I've done. Come in.' That is what is meant by loving ourselves: it's called forgiveness. It is stepping free from the prison of guilt, it is being at peace with yourself. And if you do find the courage to say those words to yourself, honestly, in the privacy of your inner world, then you will rise up, not down, to meet sublime love. One day, we all have to say to ourselves those words, or ones similar, with honesty, not playing games. When we do, it is as if a part of ourselves that had been rejected, living outside in the cold for so long, has now come home. We fell unified, whole, and free to be happy. Only when we love ourselves in sucha way can we know what it means to really love another, no more, no less. We do not have to be perfect without fault to give ourselves such love. If you wait for perfection, it never arrives. We must open the door of our heart to ourselves, whatever we have done. Once inside, we are perfect.