How thin and insecure is that little beach of white sand we call consciousness. Ive always known that in my writing it is the dark troubled sea of which I know nothing, save its presence, that carried me. Ive always felt that creating was a fearless and a timid, a despairing and hopeful, launching out into that unknown.
By: Athol Fugard
In the stillness of your presence, you can feel your own formless and timeless reality as the unmanifested life that animates your physical form. You can then feel the same life deep within every other human and every other creature. You look beyond the veil of form and separation. This is the realization of oneness. This is love.
By: Eckhart Tolle