Life is an open-ended experience of meaning.  So, why isn’t it like that for us now?  Why isn’t this moment in my life as rich as every other moment?  It’s because...

Just as a wild squirrel runs round and round a large circular bird-feeder seeking, frantically, an entrance into its seed-laden floor without realizing it’s already raced over that same space 30 times... So we go on seeking...

In our virtually constant state of distress, we almost never stop asking the world -- and everyone we know in it -- to complete us...

There are two kinds of death: involuntary and voluntary. The former, the first death, serves this world...

Blessed are those who honor and reveal -- by example -- the uppermost path that leads to the perfection of the soul...

There is no possibility of freeing ourselves from whatever we fear without first realizing that its cause can’t be separated from any desire we have to escape it; where the more we imagine what we must have, or do, in order to escape our fears, the more identified -- and attached -- to them we become...

Add your own fly-by “I’s” to this list, or make your own. For extra benefit draw connecting lines between the various “I’s” that correspond to one or another, or that tend to show up in support of each other.

It is not the pain of the past that goes deeper, grows darker, becoming more intractable each time it’s revisited. Rather, this pain is the negative effect of an unconscious nature that loves to immerse itself in its own conditioned memory of that unwanted moment...

Before I dream may I hope for you. Before I long may I reach for you. Before I judge may I listen to you. Before I rush may I rest with you. Before I shout may I call on you. Before I doubt may I hear from you. Before I brag may I point to you. Before I fear may I trust in you...

The illusion, especially in disappointing moments, is that somewhere, just ahead waits something (newer and truer) for us to love that will end the suffering of today. But here’s the truth...

If the power, and all the resources we have at hand to physically comfort ourselves could provide peace of heart and mind... then individual and global conflict would’ve ceased long ago. But exactly the opposite is true...

What if everything is growing all at once? Even the whole of this world, and all the stars it wears as a crown? So that not only are the trees, the leaves, the flowers and their bees growing individually, but they are growing together as one...