Is a rose any more or less beautiful because you or anyone else thinks so? NO! Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder, as we often hear. Beauty “is” without any thought you or anyone gives it. Oh, and by the way, there’s much more beauty than you think. Stop thinking and see for yourself!
Bozebits
Don’t complain about what you think makes you a victim. If anything, complain about yourself finding the time to give a shit! Stop giving a shit! You’re not a victim unless you, all by yourself, make it so.
Bozebits
Take a deep breath and hold it. Now ponder for a moment that you and only you could breathe the breath you are holding. No one, no thing, will ever know what you know at this moment; this fully breathed, but breathless moment is all there is. You alone are life. Exhale…
Bozebits
If your lips are movin’, your ego is groovin’. Everything you say, regardless of eloquence, beauty, or intent, is ego. Even what you write, think, or dream is ego. Now, when you get this, once and for all, you will begin to see the miracle of everything instead of the narrow interpretation your ego allows. Speaking and thinking less broadens awareness.
Bozebits
Loving “you” is the best of you. No one does “you” better than you, so why would you relinquish “you” to the dream of being a better you? Or worse, being someone else. There are no failures in life. Even when you are fixated on being something other than “you.”
Bozebits
Time is always moving forward or backward, and its pull (on the present) is relentless. The pace of time increases the more we are out of sync with the stillness of now. In the place of “no time,” all is known, and the hectic pace of life ceases to exist. Get some “no time” today.
Bozebits
No part of your story is missing, ever! Every breath you take is an incalculable miracle nothing in the universe can ever match or experience.
Bozebits
“Who (or what) YOU are” has never cared what you think you are. It always rests in the quiet awareness that no thought, no possible idea of your greatness could even come close to that otherness that uniquely is YOU. No more thinking about who you are. We can’t imagine anything that big.
Carl’s Nutshells
Bozebits
Of what value is anything we know when we encounter mystery? The predicate of mystery is that in its presence, we know nothing, but out of nothing wonders emerge. Little we know serves any purpose in the unfoldment of life. What we don’t know, however, is loaded with adventure.