May 28, 2011

Dear God, I love you and I belong to you. Do as you like with this life. I am grateful for everything - the thorns that make me appreciate the roses and the roses that allow me to smile at the thorns.
What is my deepest desire? To experience a living free from restlessness.
A tree has many branches growing in all different directions and of different lengths and vigor. Some are laden with fruits while others are a mere display for dried leaves. But they all together make this tree. The branch that bears fruits could not carry on without the existence of the other branches including the one that has now gone dry. Such is also the truth about humanity and of human existence and of its interdependence.

May 26, 2011

Jealousy is a reflection not of love but of insecurity.

May 17, 2011

When hallucinations start feeling real the real starts feeling hallucinatory.

May 16, 2011

When I am "so good" everyone else automatically becomes "oh! So bad". Our life becomes a HUGE problem when we start believing that we are "oh! So good!".
For most of us, when real trouble strikes "oh s***" is a more spontaneous outcry than a sincere remembrance of the divine, which may follow but rarely precedes.
Lack of enthusiasm is not because of dispassion but because of it's absence.

May 15, 2011

What went against your plan was part of God's plan - rejoice in the truth of this knowledge!

May 14, 2011

Surrender is not an offering that we make but a gift that we receive.

May 12, 2011

To fill your life with love means to love any and all with great passion regardless of whether you feel loved or despised by them - care endlessly, give without measure, alleviate the burden of another.

May 2, 2011

The fear/anxiety underlying all indecision/regret: I could have had more of what I wanted / better than what I got, by giving up less than what I had to/have to give up and which I would have liked to/will like to keep. Essentially, not wanting to lose what one has (fear) and wondering if one can/could get more than one got (greed).
We like or dislike not another but how we feel about ourselves through that another.