I often find inspiration in the pages of the Upanishads. I open the book to a random page and read the passage. Here's today's random selection:
"The inner self perceives the outside world, made up of earth, water, fire, air, and space.
It is the victim of likes and dislikes, pleasure and pain, and delusion and doubt. It knows all the subtleties of
language, enjoys dance, music, and all the fine arts; delights in the senses, recalls the past, reads the scriptures, and is able to act. This is the mind, the inner person.
The supreme Self, adored in the scriptures, can be realized through the path of yoga. Subtler than the banyan seed, subtler than the tiniest grain, even subtler than the hundred-thousandth part of a hair, this Self cannot be grasped, cannot be seen.
The supreme Self is neither born nor dies. He cannot be burned, moved, pierced, cut, nor dried. Beyond all attributes, the supreme Self is the eternal witness, ever pure, Indivisible, and uncompunded, far beyond the senses and the ego. In him conflicts and expectations cease. He is omnipresent, beyond all thought, without action in the external world, without action in the internal world. Detached from the outer and the inner, This supreme Self purifies the impure.
Om shanti, shanti, shanti"