The pain you feel?

It is a messenger.

Listen to it.

- Rumi

What is, is God

- Ramana

"You are never not your Self.

You are never not perfect."

Unknown

"The peace and mindfulness gained from sitting with yourself, in quiet, shows up in your daily life when, we are patient instead of anxious, loving instead of unkind, and compassionate instead of judgmental."

~ Barb Schmidt

Robert Adams

Let me remind you again.

Do not try to change your thoughts,

or to change your life style,

or to work on your bad habits,

or to try to remove fear,

and the rest of it.

Rather you lift your vision high,

to the highest, by following the

I-thought to its source.

And one day you will discover

something interesting.

Your body will appear to melt, to dissolve.

The world, the universe will appear to

dissolve. Your God will appear to dissolve.

Everything you stood up for, everything you

have believed in, all of your thoughts, your

feelings, your emotions, will dissolve.

And you will find yourself as omnipresence

all-pervading consciousness.

You will discover that you’ve always been

the ultimate reality, ultimate oneness.

You are the ‘I’ am.

You are free.

Look at this very Moment.

This Moment is your true face.

In this Moment there is no past or future.

In this Moment see what is eternal.

In this Moment what effort can you possibly make

in order to be in this Moment.

- Papaji

“Not” (Erin Hanson)

You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You’re the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you’ve cried,
You’re the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you’re all alone,
You’re the places that you’ve been to,
And the one that you call home,
You’re the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You’re the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
You’re made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things you’re not.

Luke Adam Hawker