Let this be your voice.
Simple. True. Rooted in your own being.

I work on myself, for myself.
Not to impress.
Not to fix.
But to remember—
this life is holy.
This experience is mine.

Why not step through fear?
Not to suffer—
but to see.
The ego will tremble. Let it.
It is temporary.
And you—eternal.

Step lightly.
Smile.
Even fear can be met like an old friend.

Let the old self be shocked.
Like a cold plunge—
Surprising, but healing.

Or be gentle.
Massage the ego.
Play with identity.
Make space for whatever wants to come.

The body may react.
Let it.
It is adjusting.
I am already on the other side.

The mind is not complicated.
It is just tangled.
Like a knot in the body.
I breathe into it.
I loosen it.

Tears may come.
Thoughts may swirl.
Or not.
I remain open.

I am the calm behind it all.
I have no shape, no name—
But if I must,
I call myself Nature.

Thoughts will warn.
Threaten.
Pretend to know.

Write them down.
Then write their opposite.
Then write the voice of love.
And listen.

Are you the knot?
Or the space that sees it?

How did this thought become truth?
Look gently.
Feel where it hides.
Breathe there.
The tension releases when seen.
And you—
You remain as the witness.

You are aware.
Stay with it.
Keep watching.
Until breath flows freely.
Until cool light returns.

The scum was never you.
It only sat too long in still waters.
Now the current moves again.

Shine awareness on the tight places.
These thoughts stayed too long—
and you began to believe them.

Look closely.
Feel your gut.
It knows.
The ego will try to hide it.
But you are already seeing.

Your consciousness is the eye of existence.
It is not yours.
It is Nature, seeing through you.

Let it look.
Let it reveal.
Let it tell you what this moment really is.

It sees through the murk.
It knows what is false.
And when you notice—
in that same instant—
a breeze touches your soul.
Spring has come.

Existence waits—
to enter the home you are clearing.
And when the light comes in,
you open more windows.
You see what’s been hiding.
You feel life without the weight.

What is false no longer returns.
What is true begins to sing.

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“When you are not, the whole existence feels ecstatic and celebrates; flowers shower on you.”

🌸 – Osho