We are meant to live where no one else has ever been, forever stepping into a world that is being made new with every step we take into it...

It may be said that one finds freedom from suffering over oneself in direct proportion to one's realization that there is no separate self whose suffering is to be resisted...

The perfection of each moment is hidden within its necessity; after all, what is the true nature of any moment revealed in the stream of time other than the ceaseless reconciling of creation to the Divine will that never stops giving it birth.

To see how easily our attention is given away to what limits, or otherwise corrupts us creates -- on the spot -- not only the necessity to reclaim it, but each such shock serves to renew and strengthen our intention to never lose (sight of) it again.

Perfect peace is not found in some time to come; it has never not existed now. We are created to perfectly reflect this truth... and, in so doing, to realize its freedom...

Nothing we blame for the pain of our anger, anxiety, or fear can ever change their real cause. The true source of our suffering -- individually and collectively -- is an unconscious nature that invents its own enemies, and then suffers in the futile attempt to conquer them... something it can never do, just as it's impossible for a shadow to overcome sunlight.

When we rest in patience, life never fails to reveal the silent wholeness of its celestial design. But without it, we are condemned to a fruitless labor: defending not only the painful illusion that our imagined life is meant to continue uninterrupted, but...

No seed -- whether a kernel of corn, or a special talent -- can prove itself any more valuable than the sweat it takes to sow it, cultivate & nourish it until it offers up its latent Good. In much the same way, the soul is a seed; relationships are its ground; and what grows when all is properly cared for... is unconditional Love.

All forms of useless suffering are created in a vain attempt to either acquire what we imagine will make us feel complete, or in the equally vain attempt to escape or otherwise control what we perceive is making us feel incomplete, or somehow inadequate.

The only thing good about any negative reaction is the revelation of how useless is that (level of) suffering to change anything about our present nature, let alone the condition it convinces us to blame for its pain...

For us, death -- even as we "learn to live" in its fearsome shadow -- seems to mark the end of all that we have known; a looming "last show" when the theatre will be closed, and the final curtain drawn. But, there is another kind of death...

Awakening is the (graduated) process of negating all forms of identification; (it is) the realization that no matter how real the feel of any familiar sense of self -- for its pleasure, or pain -- nevertheless: no sensation does a “self” make...