There is beauty to be found in the changing of the earth’s seasons, and an inner grace in honouring the cycles of life.

The grief we carry is part of the grief of the world. Hold it gently. Let it be honored. You do not have to keep it in anymore. You can let go into the heart of compassion; you can weep.

True love is not for the faint-hearted.

Of course, you play the game of life because you got to be incarnated.

Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself and yourself alone one question. This question is one that only a very old man asks. My benefactor told me about it once when I was Young. And my blood was too vigorous for me to understand it. Now I do understand it. I will tell you what it is: does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good. If it doesn't, it is of no use.

Letting go does not mean not caring about things. It means caring about them in a flexible and wise way.

As we learn to bow, we discover that the heart holds more freedom and compassion than we could imagine.