The comforting and powerful words of spiritual teacher, Mooji, feel like warm sunbeams touching my skin. They bring consolation and softness to my room. It’s always a pleasure to listen to Mooji’s calm voice and to look into his brown, friendly eyes. Restlessness slowly softens and disappears to the background as I listen to this heartfelt talk.
A world that has stopped turning madly,
where the only people who have to hurry now, are the doctors and nurses.
Their faces in pain of the tight masks they’re wearing
Their bodies tired of the long hours they’re making
Their hearts bleeding by carrying a heavy load
Day in and day out, who knows.