“I love those moments that you know you’re going to miss, and you breathe in every inch to try and bottle up its bliss.”

Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.

Its natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.

Love wins, for it is true; see love is the essence, the purity within you.

Sometimes she pleaded with life, only to find out that she was begging for her very essence; for she is life itself.

Every moment of presence is a moment of soul; the portal in which true tales are told and hearts desires unfold.

Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.

I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.

She nursed her wounds, softly holding space, breathing love into pain, until it turned into grace.

The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.

Her dreams were akin to the vastness within.

She knew what was in her heart and that was enough; she could feel what was real for it lighted her up.

It always comes back to you, when I turn away you’re in my rear view; life twists and turns arriving at pastures new, but still it always comes back to you.

She wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.

There’s something about twilight that makes her soul shine bright; its as though the glow of the sky draws out the beam of her light.

The waves of life arrive in rhythms, the tide goes in and out the moon shines in prisms; see its natural to feel the ups and downs for you’re life itself hidden or found.

Find a home in your heart in the part that stays, the love that powers through you and your soul bright rays.

Such are these places where lovers of bliss behold the angel of peace

How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!

A musk deer searches for the source of the fragrance of musk, but it won’t find it because the fragrance comes from within itself. Bliss is not to be found outside of us; it exists within us.

Nearly all mankind is more or less unhappy because nearly all do not know the true Self. Real happiness abides in Self-knowledge alone. All else is fleeting. To know one’s Self is to be blissful always.

The mind is only a bundle of thoughts. The thoughts have their root in the I-thought. Whoever investigates the True “I” enjoys the stillness of bliss.

The seat of Realization is within and the seeker cannot find it as an object outside him. That seat is bliss and is the core of all beings. Hence it is called the Heart.

Silence is truth. Silence is bliss. Silence is peace. And hence Silence is the Self.

Because truth is exceedingly subtle and serene, the bliss of the Self can manifest only in a mind rendered subtle and steady by assiduous meditation.