Our observer is not affected by emotional ups and downs, our personal life dramas, or by the events of the external world. It is our observer, at the core of our being, that teaches us to let go as we begin identify with it rather than with all the hubbub of our moment-to-moment experience and our mental chatter about it.
You won’t find angels in hell, only demons that know how to play with yours.
The cool thing about getting older, is that you have so much to look back on. If you take the time to reflect on your life journey to where you are now, you will be amazed at how many times “fate
When was it exactly that I became… this? By small degrees, I suppose. One act presses hard upon another, on a path we have no choice but to follow, and each time there are reasons. We do what we must, we do what we are told, we do what is easiest. What else can we do but solve one sordid problem at a time? Then one day we look up and fine we are… this.
Quit trying so hard and sit quietly with yourself and you will see that there are no demands within you.
I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself – my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes, failures and wrong turns that have stacked unbearable regret upon my shoulders.
If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.
I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like you’re completely spinning out of control, but you’re finding yourself – here, tonight… even in this darkness.
It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I’m trapped inside of its breathless center.
I really believe that there is an invisible red thread tied between him and me, and that it has stretched and tangled for years – across oceans and lifetimes. I know that it won’t break because our souls are tied.