The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, the whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin.
Stephen MitchellEven the purest of teachers will face bitter criticism from those who feel threatened by him.
Stephen MitchellIn a cookie factory, different cookies are baked in the shape of animals, cars, people, and airplanes. They all have different names and forms, but they are all made from the same dough, and they all taste the same.
Stephen MitchellWhat we are tempted to call a disaster is sometimes the first, painful stage of a blessing.
Stephen Mitchell