My sense of identity broke down and was replaced by something that is very hard to put into words. Awareness, Consciousness.

Peace can be threatening because peace is the absence of problems and conflict. There is something, perhaps in the personal you, that does not want freedom or peace, or the absence of problems. There's something that wants the opposite.

Thinking is compulsive: you can't stop, or so it seems. It is also addictive: you don't even want to stop, at least not until the suffering generated by the continuous mental noise becomes unbearable.

Leave life alone. Let it be.

People had been writing to me and saying, "Can you write something for children?" I felt I couldn't quite do it myself because I never had children.

I am the hole on the flute that Gods breath flows through.

Life is your deepest inner Being. It is already whole, complete, perfect.