True joy is uncalled for; it is like a breeze you didn’t know you were waiting for; a silence that speaks of things eternal...

In this short talk, Guy Finley talks about how we are intended to discover that who we really are, our true self, is a multi-colored palette of extraordinary possibilities.

We can only see (in life) what we are -- and the joy or sorrow of our relationships in this world is determined by this invisible spiritual law; all of which explains... If we truly wish to see life anew, we must ourselves be born anew.

Much as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so it holds true: our experience of any given moment -- for its light or darkness -- its joy or sorrow -- is cast in the image of the consciousness momentarily awakened to reflect upon itself.

The real joy of a quiet mind is the realization of just how soul-stirring real life can be without having to identify with anything moving into and through it...

Continuing to look for something new outside of yourself is like rearranging the clothes in your closet and, after you're done, going back through it hoping to find the experience of some unexpected joy....

Who struggles to find a way "in" Without a sense of being left "out?" Who searches for new confidence, That isn't filled with lingering doubt? Who could resent another's joy That doesn't feel unjustly denied? And who chases what glitters in life, That isn't dull or tarnished inside?...

What is our joy in those rare moments when we’re suddenly transported to its high mountaintop home, other than having been reminded, by the fleeting reflection of some beauty or harmony within us...

Part I: There is no life lesson available to us that exists apart from the Light that reaveals its truth. Part II: Our soul, in her developing desire for the Divine, is like a flower created to be visited and attended to by Higher Beings that bring her wisdom, comfort, and silent joy.

Neither pain, nor joy are proof of (my) existence; they are but shadows of passing forms where each and all are part of an endless palette of colors realized only as they appear upon, and then disappear from the canvas of consciousness...

Whoever doesn't know himself, suffers unwillingly for the sake of ignorance. Whoever works to know himself, agrees to suffer for the sake of Wisdom. Whoever becomes Wise, slays the suffering born of ignorance. And whoever transcends the suffering born of ignorance shares in the birth and burden of creation, in which can be found no greater peace or joy.

Real joy is not of this world. It is liberation from the illusion that there’s something yet to be gained in this world that we need to complete ourselves; it is freedom from the illusion of a false, and fallen sense of self...