We imagine the impossible for ourselves to temporarily look upon ourselves as doers of greatness. Work to do the possible by conquering our own self-created imaginings.
You wish, and then rush, to free yourself from your sorrows, but refuse to change the beliefs causing them...which is like jumping off the Ferris wheel onto the merry-go-round in the hopes of bringing an end to your dizziness. Any attempt to protect yourself from emptiness only creates the illusion of it...along with an imaginary self that believes it can somehow outrun this unwanted nothing.
Cycling of vanity with life-in-vain goes on until you see the cost of a self-filling self. Then you commence on the good work of giving yourself up.
Linger in the great mystery of moments untold. Wait there for the unspeakable invitation to live there.
In all the worlds above and below there is but One Balance. This perfect equipoise is not God Himself, but the expression of His Life in the uncreated form of three forces unified. Balance is that indefinable third force where what pushes and what pulls are neither one nor the other, but a force transformed into a wholly new potential. This fully alive, ever active Supreme Stasis is the hidd...
With one hand He gives, with the other He takes Filling and emptying the soul, Carving out receptivity to His Name With each deft blow of His soul-sculpturing hands. I am never full, nor ever bereft. Neither am I, But all is He. I am His form. No other form have I And it is to the shelter of His Name He guides me Regardless of how He shapes me. God wants me to want only Him;...
He reads the Great Truths in order to resonate... To have his heart sound out the soothing tones of Timeless Light Captured in the printed word upon each page. What are such words other than invisible Truths made visible... The ineffable made tangible to nourish hungry hearts? Such sentiments caught on paper may be Either a window or a door -- a passage or an impasse...