In order to See, you have to stop being in the middle of the picture.

Eventually, you stop being the one whose palms are up.

You stop being the one who’s smiling.

You stop being the one who’s sitting up straighter into the Silence.

You start being the Silence Itself.

You recognize that you’re the Love Itself.

The Love you’re trying to feel right now, is what You are.

You can’t leave the Silence.

There’s no thought that can distract you from your Self.

That can make you not be yourself.

You are your self even while you appear to be the one that has all the problems.

The one that’s getting older,

the one who’s afraid,

who worries about everything.

 Let her worry.

Let him worry.

That’s what it does.

But you be the fixer. 

The forgiver, 

the healer.

That’s what this Consciousness that You are, is.

That body wanders,

it stumbles,

it falls.

But what you are finds. 

What you are restores.

You return the stolen years.*

I Love You

nik 

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*”we wander / we stumble / we fall God searches / God finds / God restores and then He does what only a Good Father would He returns the stolen years” – @wildflowerpages 

“Every time single time my cup ran empty, God filled it with exactly what I needed.” – @Amazinggracecoffee

“In order to see, you have to stop being in the middle of the picture.” – Sri Arubindo 

“Your purpose is not the thing you do. It is the thing that happens in others when you do what you do.”- @Shannonkeiserwrites

“It is not possible to attain divine love with a complaining face.”–Sri Sri Ravi Shankar 

“If People Knew the Result of Giving O monks, if people knew, as I know, the result of giving and sharing, they would not eat without having given, nor would they allow the san of niggardliness to obsess them and take root in their minds, Even if it were their last morsel, their last mouthful, they would not eat without having shared it, if there were someone to share it with. But, monks, as people do not know, as I know, the result of giving and sharing they eat without having given, and the stain of niggardliness obsesses them and takes root in their minds.” – The Buddha