Where are you rushing to in such a hurry?
You know this life is short, yet you hurtle on the highway of destiny to a certain death.
You know this life is short, yet you hurtle on the highway of destiny to a certain death.
When
you know beyond doubt that all
attainment, all achievement, all possessions and attachments are but dust, what is the point of all your frantic efforts ?
This blind
pursuit of fulfilment is folly! Slow down!
Being is
real – becoming is fantasy.
Infinity
and eternity are right here and right now!
There is
nothing to do: life flows by itself.
What needs
to be done will get done.
Every
heartbeat, every breath you take bears
witness to this.
If you
would know true happiness, be still and discover Grace.
Like a dry
leaf blown by a hurricane, the wind of Grace drives you inwards to the Self;
Like
driftwood caught in a whirlpool, the current of Grace sweeps you deep within to
the Self;
Like a moth
drawn to a flame, the fire of Grace draws you in and melts you in the Self.
Nothing
more needs to be done.
Rest as the
Self - in perfect, blissful peace!
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