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.

Something is aware of even the energy of confusion inside of you. There is no need to get unconfused. Leave it - it will pass.

Your self-image is as ephemeral as the play of light dancing on the surface of the water.

Everything takes you back to yourself. When you get there, you know you never left. You only dreamt you left. You have never been other than that. You are only dreaming due to the idea of 'I am the body.'

Everything is passing ... enjoy its momentariness

All experiences come and go. What witnesses experiencing itself?

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