Everything changes but God
Only the truth is fulfilling
The same rain that makes flowers bloom also helps the trees make their way through the dirt to the skies.
Being a mirage doesn’t quench your thirst.
Meaning is extracted from the feelings that arise unprompted, it’s not embedded in external experiences.
The void where nothing seems to happen is where all possibilities pool.
Be patient and await the clear cues. You’ll know it when it comes, just like the migrating birds know when spring returns .
Your stillness is roots that ground the birth of new worlds. Your hope is a womb where dreams gestate. Your soul is whence your purpose takes flight.