He thinks he sees, Yet, he sees not . . . That his mind's eye Views its own thought.

Until and unless the work to know the Truth of ourselves is the ground of all of our actions, then all that we struggle to gain in this world is as powerless to stand the test of passing time as is the sense of self born through its pursuit of what it would possess.

To wish against the success of another is to wish against our own happiness, because it's impossible to "want" unhappiness for someone else without first bringing that sorrow into our own heart.

We make first contact with the unshakable character of our True Self when we stand on the unknown ground of an unwanted moment and see there is no need to fear or to fall into despair.

The faster we go through life, traveling at the speed of thought as it races through worlds of illusion searching for resolution, the further we move away from reaching the realization that the one true source of liberation already lives within us, right where we are.

We must all do certain things in life. This is a given. Duty is duty. But as long as we feel a difference between what we must do and what we give our love to, we will never know the abiding peace of a whole heart. There is only one way to love life; and that is to love the One who grants us the gift of it. It is easy to profess such a love and another thing, altogether, to enact it. **Act...

With the mind we can learn math, medicine, even creative arts, but the peace that is the heart of a quiet mind cannot be learned.

It is the source to which we turn, and from which we derive our strength that is the real test of our character; for in any moment of trial no one can be any stronger -- better or brighter, than what he loves.

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If we mistook the onboard activities of a luxury liner for being the same as the new country towards which we sail, and remained aboard upon making port, our loss would never be known. The same holds true whenever we mistake the limited world of thought, with its time-bound dreams, for being the same as the eternal kingdom of our spiritual potential.

It is a Truth: we must be moved along by life, for we all play a role of one kind or another in the world of passing time. Each must mount some appointed stage in that hour of need. But it is not true that one must feel anxious and rushed; such anxiety, and its painful expression, is not a natural part of passing time, for all there dwells in its place accordingly.

Once we understand there is no flower, no leaf, no limb or branch that is greater than any other part that grows on the tree of life, then we realize it is more than enough to be just and only what we are in the moment.