I certainly spent many years in my early life chasing all over the globe for meaning and purpose. I'd feel like I'd found it, then it would fade away again.

When you die, God and the Angels will hold you accountable for all the pleasures you were allowed in life that you denied yourself.

What's not often in the present moment is the thinking mind.

The everyday, familiar sense of self who lives in time, and that dimension which we've called presence, that is always here, that is still and quiet.

When the heart opens, we forget ourselves and the world pours in.

It is from that region of silence, that wordless knowing comes.

The capacity to become aware of the givens of our existence - such as change - and to actually welcome those as just part of our human experience releases the struggle.