The real reason for being impatient with ourselves, or with others, has nothing to do with the condition we blame it on...

True joy is uncalled for; it is like a breeze you didn’t know you were waiting for; a silence that speaks of things eternal...

The more we complain about any unwanted moment in life, the more certain we can be that it will repeat itself.

To resist, and then avoid the unwanted appearance of any limitation in our life is the failure that we fear...

No one is obligated to “love thy neighbor as thyself”, let alone to seek and find one’s place in the Great Circle of Life; yet, “it is written” in the stars themselves: all must eventually pay for what they have done...

Having no real direction of its own in this life... a wandering mind is incapable of recognizing the difference between finding the promise...

Spiritual ignorance is like the deep darkness of a moonless night; and though it has no substance of its own, it not only obscures the path that leads back home, but ensures we will walk right by it...

The real joy of a quiet mind is the realization of just how soul-stirring real life can be without having to identify with anything moving into and through it...

Never fight with life; your struggle is not with what opposes you, but rather with what you have yet to understand about the opposing forces that live within you...

All careless actions are the creation of an unconscious nature unable to care about anything other than what it wants...

To identify with even the brightest star is to lose sight of the boundless heavens within which it shines... without whose vast tracts of darkness would no celestial light be seen.

The anxiety inherent in ANY dream of "when and then" can only end in the here and NOW...