Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
Why set your heart on a piece ofearth,seek out the source which shines forever.
The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.
Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.
You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.
I can sense your presence in my Heart although you belong to all the world.