The mind that has grown skilled at reading the surface of things can predict the weather and miss its own salvation, because it has trained its sight on the outside and left the inside dark. It studies clouds and calls that knowing, yet cannot read the one movement that matters, the quiet turning from fear to love within itself. This is what makes it a hypocrite, not deceit toward others but a looking that faces everywhere except home.
The correction is simple and near. The same attention given to the sky, turned inward, would see at once which teacher the mind has chosen, and choose again.
Sky: the outer world of appearances the mind reads for signs, the surface it watches while ignoring its own choosing.
Morning: the moment of waking awareness, the fresh chance to see rightly before the day of judgment sets in.