Real life never stops starting over; it is the eternal showcase of the Divine. Here are three insights to help you make this truth a living force in your own life...
Tell me! Where are you going just now... in the heat of such a hurry? Always in a rush somewhere, to do something and still... nothing real changes. And so one must ask: why do you believe... in distance? Such a strange religion...
In one way or another, all True spiritual teachings allude to a Divine Journey that many are called to make, but that few actually do... because of a great mystery that cannot be solved by the “self ” that sets out on that Journey.
A flower in the process of blooming doesn’t go looking for what it needs to fulfill the purpose of its existence; the very presence of its exposed petals and delicate fragrance attracts all it requires to complete itself...
Some days the hits just keep coming...and some days just hit harder than others! But then - just when you least expect it - and always when you feel least prepared, there comes a moment that completely overwhelms you; in an instant you're upside down, head under water, with nothing to grab onto but your own frantic thoughts...
The vast majority of our mental, emotional, and physical patterns -- those repetitive, too familiar pathways along which we walk, are -- in fact -- the creations of an unconscious nature...
We are carried along in the stream of passing time by (our) dream that freedom from stress, strain, and struggle will be ours as soon as we reach their “promised land” of perfect security...
The false self, forever struggling to protect (the dream of) its own imagined importance, cares nothing for how it sabotages itself, or victimizes others...
There is no love in thought. There is no understanding in knowledge...
If, at first, you will just step up to, and attempt to walk through some moment that you’re sure is beyond what you can do...
We look into a world we can’t see is a mirror of our consciousness, so that whatever seems to take place -- out there -- whatever its temporary form or character -- for either its beauty or fear -- is inseparable from the consciousness in which it is reflected.
Mind is not intellect itself, nor is (our) heart the seat of emotion alone. Real mind is the marriage of a higher order of intellect, heart, and body, wherein feeling is wisdom -- and wisdom is, in turn, the (awareness of) feeling all of what one is moment to moment...