Miracles happen every day. Not just in remote country villages or at holy sites halfway across the globe, but here, in our own lives.
Whatever it is that occurs at death, I believe it deserves to be called a miracle. The miracle, ironically, is that we don't die. The cessation of the body is an illusion, and like a magician sweeping aside a curtain, the soul reveals what lies beyond.
Beyond the mind, at the deepest level of consciousnesss, resides the spirit. This is the part of us that is eternal, unchanging, and imbued with pure unlimited potential. Tapping into this potential is what enables us to manifest miracles.
If we could learn to live from the level of the soul, we would see that the best most luminous part of ourselves is connected to all the rhythms of the universe. We would truly know ourselves as the miracle-makers we are capable of being.
Miracles happen every day. They bubble up from their hidden source, surround us with opportunities and disappear.
Life is a never ending miracle unfolding in every moment, and if we turn our attention to that silent presence in our heart, we can participate in that miracle.
Every decision I make is a choice between a grievance and a miracle.
If you knew that miracles could happen, what miracles would you wish for? If you knew that you could have it all and do anything you wanted, what would you choose to have and what would you choose to do?
Tune into the presence of miracles, and in an instant, life can be transformed into a dazzling experience, more wondrous and exciting than we could even imagine.
When the mind is silent and quiet, then inner energies wake up and work miracles on your behalf without any conscious effort on your part.
When we develop reverence for food and the miracle of transformation inherent in it, just the simple act of eating creates a ritual of celebration.