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.

When a city is inundated with water, the water will move in all of the streets. Every pathway that has been made will be used. It doesn’t matter the reason of its making.

When you're all in, you will know sweet vulnerability.

The heart that is at rest grows and develops from anything.

Looking and seeing do not originate in your self. You are able to look in your self because looking and seeing are before your self.

Your real home isn't your patterned self. It isn't your thinking. It isn't your feeling. Your real home is the deepest within that you know the truth of. Your real home, your only home, is direct knowledge.

It's true for you to soften within, to let your heart open, to let your heart soften.