There is a child in all of us regardless of physical age, an inner child whose very nature is love in all its innocent glory.  The unsullied child; without judgement, prejudice or bias in any form.  Ever the impartial and silent observer, a microcosm of equanimity within the great macrocosm, unruffled by the helter skelter of the illusion that is earthly life.  If this is so why does life tend to be so painful and difficult?

The reason for this is because when we plunge into the realm of matter, encased within a body of flesh, we become immersed in the monkey-mind-like chatter of information picked up by the senses from the external world; which is then fed to our own logical minds.  Our minds then tend to race, churning countless fragments of information around as if in a tumble dryer.  The result of this is worry and confusion and we simply lose sight of…