Love does not need an intention or object to love.
It is the highest expression of the being in recognition of itself.
It is the unity of being.
Like the fragrance and the flower are one, your being radiates this love—effortlessly.
You are the Self.
Silence, wisdom and joy are your perfume.
It is here when you leave your luggage outside.
Luggage means identity, desire, memory, projections — who you think you are and who you want to be.
This beauty awakens in you when there is space for the beautiful One.
Surrender.
Be entirely empty of ‘you’.
And the One alone shines in that space, timelessly.
Mooji
Learning to Rest with it All 