reflections unfolded

You have a right to your actions, but not to the fruits of the actions.

As a solid rock is not shaken by the wind, so the wise are not moved by praise or blame.

You are fearfully and wonderfully made.

When everything has been let go, what remains?

As rivers flow into the sea and lose their name and form, so the wise move beyond all distinctions and return to the Self.

Some seasons don’t ask you to bloom.

The one you thought you lost never stopped waiting.

You are not less without it. You are finally more.

Smaller than the smallest, greater than the greatest, the Self is hidden in the heart of every being.