Have but a little faith that the River is here, and It will wash away all your doubts!

 

There is a River here beneath my thoughts, my striving, and my darkest mood. How unaffected and at peace the River flows.

 

Ask yourself: “How do I feel?” Look past the sensations of the body, all your thoughts, and your feelings. Look instead upon the stillness, the life, the peace that surrounds you. That is the River. That is your Self. That is what you truly are.

 

Find the River in small places. Look in your cupped hand; It is there. Look in the dark shadows underneath things; It is there. This simple beginning is the portal into the unimaginable vastness of the mighty River Is—and to your glorious Self.

 

Beneath the noise and numbing activity of the world, do you feel the changeless quiet of the River Is?

 

It is easy to see the changeless River for It is there, all about you. Yet, to begin to see It, you must be willing to turn your attention away from the world of form for just a moment.

 

Look at your sense of self, rising from body sensations, thoughts, and emotions. See how all this is but a thin film floating on the surface of the deep peace that is the River.

 

Everything is floating in the River, every blade of grass, every dewdrop, bird, and berry. It flows around, through, and beyond everything you see. To understand this, become the River!

 

There is no stronger dam than doubt to keep the mighty River out. Just the tiniest bit will do.

 

Let the dream of the world fade before the power and might of the River.

 

Come to the shores of the glorious River Is and dive in. Let the miracle of the River carry you, dissolve you into your magnificent Self.

 

All your efforts—all this splashing about trying to reach the River only muddies the water. Just let It be! It is here—always.

 

Look! There the River flows, even in the empty cup!

 

Move from feeling the presence of the River to being the River! Is there any greater miracle?

 

This is very important: acknowledge others in the River, and you will join them there.

 

The “me” is finally dissolving in the River! It never did really exist—except in a dream. I am becoming undefinable—larger and larger.

 

No effort is needed; there is nothing to be done. The River is flowing…and always is.

 

At this moment, there is no “I” nor “mine” to muddy the water. Here, now, the River is clear emptiness, yet unimaginable fullness.

 

You look at yourself and you see a body. I look at you and see the River. How glorious you are to me.

 

Are you ready to surrender every bit of what you call yourself? Do you trust the River? Then let go and dive in, and watch yourself dissolving in the River Is.

 

Ah, the River—the Self we share!

 

The self that yearns to be in the River will never be in the River. The trick is to realize that you are already the River. 

 

Ah, the River is made of love!