“I exist as I am,” the poet, Walt Whitman once wrote. “That is enough. If no other in the world be aware I sit content.”

Even amidst the morning rush, we find our pace. Within the cacophony of a world awakening, there exists a boundless peace.

Stillness arrives when we remember who we are. And with each new breath, this delusion of self gently melts.

“I am larger, better than I thought;” he wrote. “I did not know I help so much goodness.”

We see ourselves best when the mind is at rest.

We are not a ‘who’, my loves ~ rather, we are the Universe projected.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️