Sublime

Our soul is where we secure our happiness and unhappiness, contentment or emptiness—and ultimately, determine the extent of our greatness. We must maintain a good one.

which belongs with you. Soul is not a thing, but a perspective. It’s the slow courtship of an event that turns it into a meaningful experience. It’s the practice of trusting that if we sit silently and long enough with the absence of magic, the miraculous will reveal itself. Nothing is sacred until we make it so with the eloquence of our attention,

Both the ego and the soul, need to have an owner. Who would that be? Who has them? Is there any little human in the head or in the heart of the physical body? Nobody has ever found any. Could that little dwarf be translucent, invisible like an angel or devil but still real?

I know that I am not only an ego; I am also a soul.

soul’s high adventure,