In our natural state, bare and raw, ALL flows as IS. The authenticity of Truth seduces the fluctuations of the mind to rest. The mind in intoxication by the fragrance of the IS, surrenders its chaotic jarring to a state of easiness. In Grace, the mind recognizes it itself is the IS. Aaah, realization of the Self, it has always been more than the relative; it is the Absolute.
Only love, Sitara
