“She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.”

We’re just so inevitable, you’re woven within my souls call, see it doesn’t matter if we fly or fall, for your hearts entwined within me despite it all.

They had different minds but their hearts were aligned and their souls entwined; for they were two of a kind.

Be soft, feeling your way through be open, ready to receive the new be bold, and honest about what’s right for you Be loving, and you’ll feel that love too.

When you follow your soul you lose the control, as conditioning falls away the world becomes less loud; but then your soul tribe appear the ones who also vowed, to ensure the depths of their hearts found.

Your heart has always known; the work is to shovel enough mind rubble to hear it speak.

Healing isn’t about changing who you are, for its a coming of home from which you’ve wandered far.

She’s not free when she’s waiting for something she can’t control, so she ventures inwards making different decisions; searching for the untold.

The sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.

In this moment I am me, as much as I’m ever going to be; I’m not a memory that can no longer be seen, for I am the seer that always has been.

You can never truly lose the spirit that is you, finders are keepers when it comes to core truths.

Responding differently to the same situations is that brings about transformation.

It hits me like a train, a hurricane of pain, the type that leaves one breathless whilst imprinting a deep stain; but then by some miracle it slowly fades away again, and I find myself back, forever changed.

Your eyes look brighter somehow, as though the clouds within have parted, and your inner sun is radiating all your heart is.

Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.

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.

I think one of the defining moments of adulthood is the realization that nobody’s going to take care of you.

Awe is an intuition for the dignity of all things, a realization that things not only are what they are but also stand, however remotely, for something supreme.

All illusion comes and goes, but the soul remains unchanged. What is meant by God-realization is to actually experience this important thing that the soul is eternal.

Those who conquer their minds are beings of renunciation and detachment. They are beings of renunciation and detachment they are lovingly focused on the True One, they realize and understand themselves.

There is no greater romance in life than this adventure in realization.

There is no difference in the realization of the Truth either by a Muslim, Hindu, Zoroastrian, or a Christian. The difference is only in words and terms. Truth is not the monopoly of a particular race or religion.

I have now come to a stage of realization in which I see that God is walking in every human form and manifesting Himself alike through the sage and the sinner

The happiness of God-realization is self-sustained, eternally fresh and unfailing, boundless and indescribable. And it is for this happiness that the world has sprung into existence.