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When the pressure to perform
within the demands of the world
overwhelms and swamps us—
when personal projects
metamorphose into missions
wrapped in identity—
we seize the wheel
and start to control:
ourselves, others, the world.
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Stop. Cease. Desist.
Put the brakes on hard.
Rediscover the vast inner space
where all the parts fit perfectly together—
where there is no time,
so, paradoxically,
there is all the time in the world.
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Sit on the cushion.
Drop everything, and just Be.
Let the raging storms subside.
Surrender to the silence
that always resides in your core.
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Start from the stillness—
then action flowers from the source.
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Let whatever naturally arises
ease you back into flow.
What needs to happen
will happen in its own time—
when it is ripe,
and ready to pick.
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Everything has its rhythm.
Take guidance
from the part of you
that is sensitive to the moment.