Pause.

There is a secret place. A radiant sanctuary. As real as your own kitchen. More real than that. Constructed of the purest elements. Overflowing with the ten thousand beautiful things. Worlds within worlds. Forests, rivers. Velvet coverlets thrown over featherbeds, fountains bubbling beneath a canopy of stars. Bountiful forests, universal libraries. A wine cellar offering an intoxication so sweet you will never be sober again. A clarity so complete you will never again forget. This magnificent refuge is inside you. Enter. Shatter the darkness that shrouds the doorway. . .Believe the incredible truth that the Beloved has chosen for his dwelling place the core of your own being because that is the single most beautiful place in all of creation.

Mirabai Starr. Interior Castle.

 

I abandon all that I think I am, all that I hope to be, all that I believe I possess.
I let go of the past, I withdraw my grasping hand from the future, and in the great silence of this moment, I alertly rest my soul.

Howard Thurman. Deep is the Hunger.