I am LifeYour pure essence, spirit and seed of existence itself,That lies within you, longing to awaken and flourish.I am long before you and after you, never born, never die,timeless, without boundaries.I am pure unconditional love, wholeness,connectedness, freedom, bliss,joy, peace, stillness.I am That beyond the gross and limited,yet you are blinded.You choose the illusion that you have controlthrough grasping and being caughtby all that is unreal and comes and goes.You think you are alive but you barely know Life.You choose separation.It is time to wake up!Have strength, courage and trust to let go.Surrender the fear and all that imprisons you.I am beyond mind, thoughts, emotions, ego, conditioning, desires, needs, attachments, memories, dreams, goals, forms, identities, ideas.Beyond all that arises.When all that I am not is released and let go, I AM....Total, whole, eternal,infinite.And such also is all that arises.No more questions.Home.No more you, I, us.No more words.
At the end of the day, you should try to remember that it's not about the number of followers you have or the numbers of likes, comments, and shares your posts are getting.It's the number of people who will be present in the hospital room when you fall terribly sick.It's the number of people who will remember your birthday like they remember their first name. It's the number of people who will invite you to celebrate Christmas or new year's eve.It's the number of people who will actually show up to look at your newborn child or to bless your newly bought house.It's the number of people who will actually cross an ocean to see your face.It's the number of people who will wipe your tears when one of your parents passes away.It's the number of people who will make a slightly larger than a thumb effort to be there for you.
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At the end of the day, you should try to remember that it's not about the number of followers you have or the numbers of likes, comments, and shares your posts are getting.It's the number of people who will be present in the hospital room when you fall terribly sick.It's the number of people who will remember your birthday like they remember their first name. It's the number of people who will invite you to celebrate Christmas or new year's eve.It's the number of people who will actually show up to look at your newborn child or to bless your newly bought house.It's the number of people who will actually cross an ocean to see your face.It's the number of people who will wipe your tears when one of your parents passes away.It's the number of people who will make a slightly larger than a thumb effort to be there for you.
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