We can neither control, nor change any anxious thought or feeling that rushes in and sweeps us off of our feet because this “I” -- this sense of self suddenly in a struggle to escape some psychological storm -- is itself part of the tempest it so vigorously resists.

Poorest of us all... are those who “hear & obey” only their own reactions, because as long as that in-the-dark level of self remains in “power” -- calling the shots -- we will never see how our struggle to escape unwanted moments serves but one useless end...

When living within the limits of what is known is also seen as being the limitation of your spiritual possibilities, then there is no recourse other than to depart the safety of all that you have been... in favor of discovering all you are yet to be.

The attempt to "save" ourselves -- to rescue and release the troubled "me" -- without first understanding just who and what this nature is that would save itself from its suffering, is the first real threshold over which the sincere aspirant must pass... since the presumption on the part of the seeker here is that he or she knows what's wrong with their life...

Without resistance to its appearance... there is no negativity inherent in suffering; to realize the fact of this truth is the first step in proving (to yourself) that all forms of psychological pain are optional...

Thought, along with its incessant activity -- that we commonly consider as “knowledge” -- is a kind of dark Lego block; (it is) constantly building, only to be compelled to repair its own flawed creations. But...

No one has freedom of speech who -- for fear of being isolated, cast out, and left alone -- feels unable to speak the truth they would, or to question what they see as false...

Every once in a while, we have the great fortune of perceiving a moment of such astonishing beauty, or harmony, that we lose ourselves in it. But what is far more amazing...

Into what do we gaze when looking through telescope or microscope... other than into the yet discovered depths of our own consciousness? For whatever world we explore...

Our need to change, to be made new, is constant; however, so is our resistance to change. The former is inseparable from the freedom it heralds, while the latter ensures the continuation of patterns...

True spiritual liberation is inseparable from seeing, and agreeing to undergo whatever these revelations make evident must now change in one’s character...

There can be no painful resistance to any moment of life that isn't born of some unseen form of insistence that it unfold only as we've imagined it should...