Sublime

The joy of Being, which is the only true happiness, cannot come to you through any form, possession, achievement, person, or event—through anything that happens. That joy cannot come to you—ever. It emanates from the formless dimension within you, from consciousness itself and thus is one with who you are.

So where does wholeness come from? Well that’s one of the great questions. Where do we come from? Where does the universe come from?

The ego tends to equate having with Being: I have, therefore I am.

Henry David Thoreau wrote, “Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows.” By inhabiting my body with awareness, I was discovering the roots of my reactivity. I had been avoiding the unpleasant sensations that make up fear and sorrow. By opening mindfully to the play of sensations, the grip of my anger and stories naturally loo

As I see it, the world arrives out of what is unknown and unimagined. Everything just appears as it is, coming toward us; it is a gift, not a product, and it stumbles over us, crashes into us, or comes to fetch us. I suppose it helps to show up without much going on in our minds. That’s the discipline—the bit about not having much going on in our m

If you believe your thoughts and emotions, and accept their way of finding a comfort zone, then for the rest of your life you will always be looking, searching, yearning.