“The way we identify and awaken is all a natural process for life waking up to itself. Already awake. There is truly nothing you can do! You can not force a flower to bloom.”

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.

Forms do change, yet the essence stays the same.

What can seem like complex understanding is truly found in simplicity.

If you are afraid of the dark, why do you keep on going back to it? You might be afraid of the light.

Healing is a natural process happening in stillness.

Practice, until you speak silence fluently.

You don’t become happy, you become aware that you already are.

Silence eats ego for breakfast.

In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking of new blooms.

From the ashes I rise, I am blooming into something radiant.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.

She is the perfume that scents the environment she blooms in.

She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.