Open the window of your soul.
Nothing here belongs to you
Nothing
Neither this body
Who you think is you
Neither the people
Whom you call parents, spouse, children
Nor the titles
Of being so and so
Not any of the objects
House, money, machines
Nor the thoughts
Not a single thought is yours
Nor the feelings
Whether positive or negative
Not this breath either.
If you think any of this is you or yours
You are living in a balloon of illusion
That is going to burst sooner or later
Everything belongs to existence
Even you.
Become one with that existence
Leaving your little self behind.
And then everything belongs to you
All the people
All the objects
All the titles
All the thoughts
All the feelings
All the breath
The entire existence.
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