Consciousness shakes off the littleness of being and finds the infinite space in which all things have a place. Be in your universality.
Attempting to identify with the source is an idea. You are already that.
You have been an apprentice long enough; it is now time to shed your protective skin. Trust!
Leave everything for one moment, in unending time and just be. This is the majesty of Being
You are the harmony within which all things move. They are just illusion.
Satsang is the invitation to step into the fire of self-discovery. This fire will not burn you, it will burn only what you are not.
The consciousness and life force do what they want... one minute they put energy to repairing the damaged wing of a butterfly and the next minute they send a whole town crushing with tremendous force... who can work it out?
Mind can come. All this world is minds. But something is not concerned with the calculating, interpreting tendency of the mind.
Throw everything away, forget about it all!
You cannot be anything that you point to.
That which is revealed when thoughts are absent is also here when thoughts are present.
So vast is that Being that there's enough room for every sensation to have its momentary play.
You are the knower of knowledge; you perceive perceiving. Come to this place, and see if any questions remain there within you.
The operation of consciousness has created the 'apparition' called 'me'.
