Forwarded from Zen Mother ๐
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The pain you feel?
It is a messenger.
Listen to it.
- Rumi
It is a messenger.
Listen to it.
- Rumi
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Robert Adams
Let me remind you again.
Do not try to change your thoughts,
or to change your life style,
or to work on your bad habits,
or to try to remove fear,
and the rest of it.
Rather you lift your vision high,
to the highest, by following the
I-thought to its source.
And one day you will discover
something interesting.
Your body will appear to melt, to dissolve.
The world, the universe will appear to
dissolve. Your God will appear to dissolve.
Everything you stood up for, everything you
have believed in, all of your thoughts, your
feelings, your emotions, will dissolve.
And you will find yourself as omnipresence
all-pervading consciousness.
You will discover that youโve always been
the ultimate reality, ultimate oneness.
You are the โIโ am.
You are free.
Let me remind you again.
Do not try to change your thoughts,
or to change your life style,
or to work on your bad habits,
or to try to remove fear,
and the rest of it.
Rather you lift your vision high,
to the highest, by following the
I-thought to its source.
And one day you will discover
something interesting.
Your body will appear to melt, to dissolve.
The world, the universe will appear to
dissolve. Your God will appear to dissolve.
Everything you stood up for, everything you
have believed in, all of your thoughts, your
feelings, your emotions, will dissolve.
And you will find yourself as omnipresence
all-pervading consciousness.
You will discover that youโve always been
the ultimate reality, ultimate oneness.
You are the โIโ am.
You are free.
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โNotโ (Erin Hanson)
You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
Youโre the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear youโve cried,
Youโre the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know youโre all alone,
Youโre the places that youโve been to,
And the one that you call home,
Youโre the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
Youโre the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
Youโre made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things youโre not.
You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
Youโre the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear youโve cried,
Youโre the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know youโre all alone,
Youโre the places that youโve been to,
And the one that you call home,
Youโre the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
Youโre the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of,
Youโre made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided that you were defined,
By all the things youโre not.
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