Once the mind is met with understanding, it can always find its way home.

The world isn't what I've believed it to be, and I am not what I believed me to be, and neither is anyone.

Every (stressful thought) is a variation on a single theme: This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be having this experience. God is unjust. Life isn't fair.

I think our children are afraid to die because we're afraid to die.

War that I have anywhere in my life should stop.

This is the time. This is the place. This is the vastness. Right here is paradise. Always. Always.

My experience is that the teachers we need most are the people we're living with right now.