When you are on your deathbed, and you look back into your life, it won’t matter to you what you have done with your life. What will matter to you is what you have done all of your life with your heart.

The softer your heart is the less that your past is forming your present and your future. When there is openness and softness of heart, what forms the present and the future is not your past but the reality of your own being.

There’s no mystery to integrity. There’s no mystery to oneness. When there is a core-splitting honesty, right there, awareness knows.

Awareness, one with knowing, is love.

Your self doesn't represent the truth in you, your being does. Give your ease only to what you know represents the truth in you.

As much as everything can seem to be about patterns in your self and others, within the drama of all that, it's really all about knowing.

The truth within moves as intimacy of being.