Daily Thoughts

TRIPPING OVER JOY What is the difference Between your experience of Existence And that of a saint? The saint knows That the spiritual path Is a sublime chess game with God And that the Beloved Has just made such a Fantastic Move That the saint is now continually Tripping over Joy And bursting out in Laughter And saying, "I Surrender!" Whereas, my dear, I am...

There is one great fundamental law, the Law of Being, the summing up of all laws in life. It is this: whatever comes to you, whatever happens to you, whatever surrounds you, will be in accordance with your consciousness, and nothing else; that whatever is in your consciousness...

Awareness is ever there. It need not be realized. Open the shutter of the mind, and it will be flooded with light. Nisargadatta Maharaj In the physical realm, all things are relative - that is, all things are defined in terms of something else. Time is a measure of the revolution...

The flow of life had served as sandpaper that, to a great extent, freed me of myself. Unable to unbind myself from the incessant pull of my psyche, in an act of sheer desperation, I had thrown myself into the arms of life. From that point forward, all...

As far as God is concerned, there is no check of any kind upon the amount of divine energy that we can appropriate, or, therefore, upon the things that we can do or be. Yet, for practical purposes, You can draw from the inexhaustible Source only in accordance with...

Fame and success, like happiness, cannot be sought directly. Happiness cannot be achieved by struggle; it is the automatic consequence of an inner sense of delight, joy, and satisfaction. Happiness automatically comes from being a certain kind of a person and being a certain way in the world and...

Every time I go in to work, I try to be positive. I say hello. Some of them say hello back. Sometimes some don't. I try not to take it personally. And then I sit down and these two [who share my work space] just go. They have...

The Thing Is Ellen Bass to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you...