“Does love need to know that it is love?”

Many people struggle with meditation because they sit down thinking about not thinking.

You are one thought away from a spiritual awakening.

Happiness is there when the seeking for it colapse.

Silence solves the problem by dissolving it.

What we truly desire is happiness, which is truly found without desire.

You and me will never be free, we can only manifest as freedom.

What dies in awakening is not you, but ignorance.

When you rest into this stillness, into nothingness, you see clearly that this YOU is already a gem, a shining crystal manifesting from moment to moment.

Do what you love until doing ends and only love exists.

When the mind rests into its silent nature, it realise that love don’t come and go. Love can’t die.

The wave that realizes it is the sea, is forever free.

When the mind is still, truth dance in the purity of silence.

Spiritual awakening is not about knowing everything and about being powerful. Quite the opposite is true. It is about resting deeply into not knowing, and about being so sensible and fragile that the belief of the ego dissolve into silence.

Freedom is a spontaneous letting go of all desire and effort.

You can read hundreds of spiritual books, study all kinds of scriptures, but the final truth is an experience in silence.

Awakening is a natural process.

If you love people you criticize them, and if you don’t love them you don’t criticize them, you let them go to hell, don’t you? To help any kind of friendship, your marriage, your children, you criticize because you love.

Loving myself is a skill I am still learning to master.

If love was a sound, a mere whisper would suffice.

If possible could you just look in my eyes and find all the things I can’t seem to say.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.

Lightening lover I wonder if you know you’re the reason why I’m always chasing the storm.

For anew Self to be born, hardship is necessary. Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.

And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.