being

There is nothing to find, only to realize. There is nothing to become, only to be. There is nothing to fear, only to love.

I told myself 'Everything is a being! The shout that passes into the air is an entity like an animal, since it is born, produces a movement, and is again transformed, in order to die. So the fearful mind that believes in incorporeal beings is not wrong. What are they?

But, even granted that doubts, raised in the course of time against the tenants of the Christian faith, have long since robbed you of faith in the immortality of your spirit, you have nevertheless left one tenant undisturbed, and still ingenuously adhere to the one truth, that the spirit is your better part, and that the spiritual has greater claims on you than anything else

As always, self-esteem had created an ability to be generous.

Let your BE inform your DO.

YOU... are a portal to the divine.

What are the units of ontology really that I should be a part of a whole, but not be, in all my awareness, chiefly the whole unto itself?

There is a greater purpose to living which is found in the spirit, which is the Being, and that purpose is worth living for.

Don't seek love externally, it's fleeting. Go beyond the ego and awaken thelove that already exists within; it will encompass everyone andeverything in your life; it will permeate your very being.

Don't go on discussing what a good person should be. Just be one.

Everything starts from inside of us, then comes outside of us.

If you do not completely accept yourself, you can not love yourself fully. It would be hard to love anything unconditionally.

Don't believe everything you are told, if it resonates within you, then listen and act.

Certainly we can say that the pace of modern life, increased and supported by our technology in general and our personal electronics in particular, has resulted in a short attention span and an addiction to the influx of information. A mind so conditioned has little opportunity to think critically, and even less chance to experience life deeply by being in the present moment. A complex life with complicated activities, relationships and commitments implies a reflexive busy-ness that supplants true thinking and feeling with knee-jerk reactions. It is a life high in stress and light on substance, at least in the spiritually meaningful dimensions of being.

The atoms of our body, as well, flow in and away from us. We, like waves and like all objects, are a flux of events; we are processes, for a brief time monotonous

It's very, very dangerous to lose contact with living nature.

Our mind has its own ideal time, which is no other but the consciousness of the progressive development of our beings.

And yet, and yet_ Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny _ is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges.