Our illness is often our healing.

There is a presence, a silence, a stillness which is here by itself. There is no doer of it, no creator of this stillness. It is simply here in you, with you. It is the fragrance of your own self. There is nothing to do about this, it is naturally present. This fragrance of peace, this spaciousness, it is the fragrance of your own being.

You are the somewhere you are trying to get to.

Blessed is the mind that jumps over and beyond its own conditioning and lands again into its natural state of unmoving awareness.

Let the world call you lazy for not running about like a frightened ghost. Just be quiet inside yourself. Don't bother about knowing how things should be and simply begin observing without prejudice, projections or desires. Notice how life flows of its own accord. Nothing here is a chaos, but a harmony. You are already inside this flow.

If you seek approval from others in this world, you will not know happiness.

When the raindrop touches the ocean, can it tell a story.