When Simone Weil wrote these inspired words,“Love is not consolation. It is light,” she made clear -- in one sublime statement -- an ineffable, supernal truth: Observer & observed are One...

Fear creates the illusion that lurking somewhere just “outside” of us -- concealed in the shadow of some dreaded moment yet to come -- dwells a “power” capable of diminishing us...

What others may or may not think about us is not our business. Our business is being aware of the unconscious parts of us that fear we’re only as worthwhile as others agree we are. Worrying about what tomorrow may bring, or how to fix yesterday’s sorrow is not our business...

Ultimately, most of us live in some kind of conflict with life, suffering through it, because we grasp after powers and possessions we’ve imagined as being fixed, as substantial; and, accordingly...that if we could just make these things our own then we—our life—would be made equally real and substantial; our pain would be replaced by pleasure...

Where is tomorrow's fear other than in today's imagination? And, if this is true -- and IT IS -- then what to do with our attention in the here and now? Let it be swallowed up in the dark shadow of what "may be"... or hold it in the Light of awareness where no shadow can dwell...

Buddha, Moses, Lao Tzu, Rumi, and Jesus... each who had been walking along their chosen path happened -- at the exact same moment -- to come upon a shady nook nestled in the curve of a beautiful river...

Whatever time you will dedicate to the study and contemplation of the following Divine principles will deliver results far beyond anything you might imagine. Welcome their healing insights as you would the warmth of the sun on your face on a cold and cloudy morning...

Here is what we must see if we would be free: In the throes of any unwanted moment we're not just resisting what we see as responsible for our pain, but, imprisoned (as we are) by our own negative reactions...

What an important revelation it is to see that I can’t give up trying to control you or the unwanted moment. I actually start to see my actions, and I realize I don’t want to be like this anymore...

How much like the lotus am I: without any effort of my own -- and seemingly set against any effort otherwise -- I find I am rooted in mud; stuck in the struggles and daily burdens of this mundane world...

Thank you, Father, for opening my eyes to see... I am never more blind than when all I see is who or what is to blame for my pain...

How is it we don't see how much our life is spent worrying, and struggling to acquire whatever powers we imagine we must have in order to finally arrive at... a life free of worry and struggle?