This world is trying to burn away the false you - stop running away.

The only true paradise is the paradise of presence.

Knowing that all becomes the past, is known by That which is always present.

Beyond the I Am is Our home.

The mind complains until it reaches the heart.

Teach your mind to be still, just like you would teach a puppy to sit.

You are the proof of everything

Without a voice the flowers speak.

I've often wondered... is it the number of heart beats, the number of days, the hours, or even minutes that says it's time to come home?