Can't you ever be serious?' I said, mortified. 'It's difficult,' he said. 'There's so little in life that's worth it.

Often, others see you, as you see yourself

Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.

A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.

Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

...this time I didn't launch into my usual tirade. Was it a memory of Krishna, the cool silence with which he countered disagreement, that stopped me? I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy.

Fenugreek, Tuesday's spice, when the air is green like mosses after rain.