The mystery of God touches us - or does not - in the smallest details: giving a strawberry, with love; receiving a touch, with love; sharing the snapdragon red of an autumn sunset, with love.

Instead of transcending ourselves, we must move into ourselves.

A flower won't open if I yell at it and say “Bloom!

The harder we look at our aches and ailments, the more we will be startled by the painful truths they are trying to convey about our dangerously disembodied way of life.

Most of us are dragged toward wholeness.

But if you travel far enough, one day you will recognize yourself coming down to meet yourself. And you will say - yes.

A life truly lived constantly burns away veils of illusion, burns away what is no longer relevant, gradually reveals our essence, until, at last, we are strong enough to stand in our naked truth.