Make your behavior like that of that Master you actually are, believing that you are not.

Now is New.

Now is Always New.

You are not the doer. 

You are not doing a thing, mentally. 

Your mind is quiescent, calm like a motionless lake. 

And yet your body is doing whatever it's supposed to do. 

If you're supposed to be a bank manager you become one, 

but yet your mind is not active. 

If you're supposed to be a garbage collector you become that, 

there's no difference, it's all the same. 

Your mind is not working but the Self is. 

And just like the tree, it does not think,

Your nature is to be in glory, in bliss. 

Your nature is to be totally enlightened. 

Your nature is consciousness. 

Your nature is to cause the I of yourself to disappear, 

to annihilate the mind and the ego and

become totally free and liberated.

~Robert Adams - T102: Awaken

Rightness will come to you.

"Don't think! Just know where you are. Realize your physical

position; see how your thoughts are colliding now, wondering

'What should I do next....am I doing it right?' You can't do

it right; you're not supposed to do it right. You're supposed

to see that you do it wrong. Then the rightness will come to you."

                Your Power of Natural Knowing, p. 183

Nobody sees a flower...

Really. It is so small---we haven't time, and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.

The load from the past is the present misery.

M: There is a class of people who want to know all about their future and past births. They ignore the present. The load from the past is the present misery. Why recall the past? It is a waste of time.

A Psalm of Life

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem. 

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul. 

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day. 

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave. 

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife! 

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead! 

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;-- 

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again. 

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.