Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.
I have arrived. I am home. In the here, in the now. I am solid. I am free. In the ultimate I dwell.
When you understand the roots of anger in yourself and in the other, your mind will enjoy true peace, joy and lightness
People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child—our own two eyes. All is a miracle.
The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.