Be gentle.
The world is at your feet, you are the axis of your entire reality. Without you nothing exists—from your awareness rises consciousness. Rises everything from formless to form. The entire fabric of reality is woven by your gentle hands—it cannot form itself without you.
Nothing you see is real, and nothing you seem is threatening. You took the self to be the body for too long that you’d forgotten that the body isn’t you. It’s a choice; it’s a dress up game.
Not your circumstances, your desires, fears, insecurities.. it’s all the body’s. The self does not desire nor does it fret. It doesn’t wish. it is.
When thoughts arise, let them. They come from where? Your mind. Where’s your mind? Your body. So don’t pay it any mind. Don’t pay it attention, don’t fight and whine and cry. Just let it do it’s job; analyze, logic-it’s-way-out, understand, seek patterns. Let it.
At the end of it is quietness. This peaceful surrender. This serenity. At the end of it—you feel the last layer which beneath rests the true treasure—Self.
The quiet, the knowing, the endless never-dying never-reborn awareness. Still and quiet. Desireless and fearless. Your true form away from the noise of a world created by you to distract you, to engross you in its illusions—it is it’s purpose—convincing. Convincing you that you are not self but identity. Something easily changed and fluctuates with less than a blink.
Less than a heartbeat, a breathe. A decision.
If your mind fights; let it. Don’t grapple, don’t hurt, don’t yell, scream or shout back at it, let it melt quietly..and witness how all identity dissolves. How all masks are off.
And this is when you know.
When you see the play. It’s hard to turn back to the game.
