There is a depth to life which only comes from our connection to other people. However, we have to find it without becoming a prisoner.
Life is not a competition. No one has to lose for someone else to win. A true blessing blesses everyone.
The question is: do you want suffering or do you want peace? It’s that simple.
Your body would not get sick if you held no thought of resentment. It is neither good nor bad of itself. If we hold anything against anyone, we will suffer ourselves.
Every grievance you hold hides a little more of the light of the world from your eyes until the darkness becomes overwhelming. Everything you forgive restores that light. So ask yourself, who is it that you are really hurting?
We have already said more goodbyes than are necessary. Those were goodbyes that brought about the end of partings. We taught each other that no parting is possible.
Relationships are valuable no matter who they are between.
Life is energy and, as such, it belongs to all, reaches all, and blesses all.
Good fiction writers have an instinctive understanding of human nature. That’s what makes stories and characters captivating. Good spiritual writers share what they sincerely practice themselves.
If we become aware that someone is sending thoughts of ill will in our direction, we do not argue with the apparent reality of malice. To do so would give it more substance. We remove the personal sense of ourself and the other person.
We may talk lightly but never carelessly. We keep at bay the flow of common, ignorant thought which runs its damaging course through the pathways of ordinary human conversation.
We do not engage in idle or intentional gossip which undermines someone else’s integrity or which spreads the seeds of fear by talking unthinkingly about illness, disasters, and all the other fears which run rampant in the world.
It could be said that we become so much a stranger that we disappear and find ourselves reborn in the midst of humanity which is quite a paradox.
A balanced inner calmness radiates from a peaceful centre. It neither craves others’ approval nor rejects others’ presence. It neither pulls towards nor pushes away. It has a reverent attitude towards life and all its inhabitants.
Dancing, at its best, is independence and intimacy in balance.
It is one thing to lose people you love. It is another to lose yourself. That is a greater loss.
Faith changes us – faith in something intrinsically good, something other than ourselves, something bigger than ourselves.
Every wonderful quality “in” someone is waiting to be recognized in all of life’s great symphony.
Being liked or not, having company or not, being understood or not, being acknowledged or not are not issues of concern on the spiritual path.
If love isn’t there, nothing will grow. If it is, there is always hope and it will win in the end. Love is vital and sacrosanct.
We are spiritual beings – indestructible, immaterial and safe.
One has to beckon the spiritual warrior inside oneself whenever it is deemed necessary for the task at hand. Courage is the fuel. Healing is the direction. Forgiveness is the balm. Love is the atmosphere Divine.
Sometimes, to protect a secret we will say it so openly that most will not suspect the truth of what we are saying.
Wise individuals frequently say very little, but what they do say hits the mark. Such remarks often remain in the mind of the recipient for a long time, possibly a lifetime.
To be creative, first we must be generous. Then we must have a quiet, indomitable belief in our own worth.
Do we find ourself or does our self get demolished?
The desire for connection with the Divine and our formless inner self is at the foundation of all desire for human connection.
Fear cannot capture us, criticism cannot harm us, and pride cannot make us fall.
Forgiving is easier when we understand that forgiving someone else means that we are freeing ourselves of an unnecessary burden.
When there is no tension between the inner beingness and that which is being expressed, there is grace.
We become increasingly aware that the human dream, the human drama, with all its questionable, damaging, and often malevolent intention is not real life at all.
Being popular or not, having company or being alone, are not issues of concern for the developed soul.