Now is the illusion that endures. Now is all that ever was or will be. Now is the currency of forever.

That something simply is, be it a flower, a rock, a frog or a puddle of water is the deepest reservoir of mystery.

We never make another discovery as momentous as our discovery of our presence to and in ourselves as very small children.

A nourishing presence is one that flourishes within itself without needing to compete.

Once we recognize the face in the mirror, we can see through it. The mirror becomes a window that gives on earth, sky and others.

We are most ourselves when we least suspect.

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