Experiences don’t last...
Treks in the desert with shamans at midnight, basking in the sound of ohm, soaring at one with the universe... Back in the old days the blissful experiences rarely lasted more than an hour or so—at most a few weeks. Then I’d be back full of the old me and its flaws, obsessed with searching out spiritual books and workshops for more bliss—and a more enlightened spiritual teacher.
When all is said and done, it doesn’t matter how many transcendent experiences or ecstatic glimpses of enlightenment we’ve had. None of it is worth the price of an iTunes download if serenity isn’t at hand.