Don’t think, write. Write to receive what is waiting to be known from the inner room where all things have their beginning.

Don’t think, know. It is in unfurling the sail of the Self, that the wind of Knowing moves the human life to find its wisdom.

Don’t think, trust. Why impose on things that are meant to come spontaneously? There is that which can only become apparent in the moment that is freely open, unplanned, unconcerned about.

Don’t think, have. It is already here. It has been given before Time began. All is present in the present. No searching. No waiting. Given. Known. Done. A new expression enhanced from a truth living in silence waiting to be heard.

Don’t wish, be.

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