If you stop everything. Stop looking for something to make you happy. Stop looking for something to make you better. Stop trying to be perfect. Stop trying to be someone else. Stop trying to do, be, have, achieve. If you truly stop all of that and allow yourself to simply rest in what Is you find a solitude. A Beingness. A point of grace where you are immortal— unborn, undying. Beyond the body. Beyond all thought. You find you are a limitless ocean of consciousness. It’s purely beautiful. Serene. Full. Yet empty. It is your essence.
Stop. Feel. Know. You are impenetrable.