We search for happiness everywhere, but we are like Tolstoy fabled beggar who spent his life sitting on a pot of gold, under him the whole time. Your treasure--your perfection--is within you already. But to claim it, you must leave the buy commotion of the mind and abandon the desires of the ego and enter into the silence of the heart. I have been here a long time for goodness sake. I am screaming silence of the heart. He cannot hear me. He closed her ears,He covered his eyes. He taped his mouth. I asked Have you ever entered the silence of the heart ? His silent reply burnt my ears.No I do not think he has yet. If he did hissenses woud be open and stay open. Cevir işte
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 20:34:59 +0000
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