You feel torn between different faiths or paths

I have long felt that the lover's religion is neither this nor that, so your torn feeling is one I hold gently, without rushing you to a verdict. The traditions point toward the same light through different windows — beneath their different forms and images, the deepest teachings often converge on the same truths of love and compassion and the letting-go of the small self, so your feeling may rest on a false assumption that the paths are simply rivals, when at their depths they may point toward one light seen through many windows, and drawing near need not mean condemning every window but your own. You can walk one path deeply while honoring the others — depth usually requires committing to one road and going far into it rather than forever sampling each, but this committed traveler can still respect the other roads as valid ways. And let your own heart and experience guide the choosing — attend to which path speaks to your heart, which practices bring you alive, which teachings ring true in your experience, for the path that is yours will be confirmed in your own heart more surely than in any argument. Which paths call to you, and how does each land in your heart?