Words are rocks in the stream of consciousness; no name is the experience it seems to define. Experience -- like the flow of a river -- is a silent, wordless movement...

Whatever seems impossible, or otherwise impassible in life is inseparable from the extent of our resistance to it; a fear inherent in the way we’re conditioned to see such moments...

We can no more separate the way we experience any given moment from the level of consciousness involved in the way it unfolds than we can separate waves of water from the ocean that gives rise to them...

To realize that I AM -- and always have been what I was scarcely aware of in days gone by -- is the first faint, but deep stirring of the Truth that sets you free...

Forgiveness is not the blind acceptance of what is dark, sinful, or just plain evil; real (forgiveness) begins with seeing the need to transcend our own negative reaction...

There is no out-running any unwanted sense of self... any more than the dark shadows of a wind-swept tree in the late-afternoon sun can escape its own branches...

Here’s why the negative sense of self is blind: it doesn’t want to see the smallest thing that challenges whatever it’s become identified with; and yet (it is) unable to look at anything else...

When we’ve seen that we can’t "prove" ourselves in this world without having first compared ourselves to it -- and that this endless comparison is the unseen root of conflict...

Though we have yet to understand it, and yet must... if we ever hope to be the best we can be, is the following truth: our awareness of any yet-to-be perfected character in our consciousness IS NOT a judgment made by the Light that has made us aware of it.

It's always the right time to discover something new and true about our own nature...

Being is a conscious relationship with what is now; knowledge is a relationship with what was, the conditioned content of the past...

The unwanted moments that move in-and-out of our lives are like shadows that pass through a forest on a sunny day...