Love itself is not an act of will, but sometimes I need the force of my volition to break with my habitual responses and pass along the love already here.

Letting people in is largely a matter of not expending the energy to keep them out.

What an absurd amount of energy I have been wasting all my life trying to find out how things 'really are', when all the time they weren't.

Love, the magician, knows this little trick whereby two people walk in different directions yet always remain side by side.

If your reaction to your partner's fear-or any other form of distress- is disdain or irritation, you do not want oneness or even friendship with your partner at that moment.

To live for results would be to sentence myself to continuous frustration. My only sure reward is in my actions and not from them.

But it's morning. Within my hands is another day. Another day to listen and love and walk and glory. I am here for another day.