We need experience to release what matters.

We are love. But in an everyday setting we have to make choices. We have limits. We can love everyone and we can't love everyone.

I would rather be fooled than not believe.

When we deny what comes through us, it defines us. When we honestly face what comes through us, then who we are grows.

Birds learn how to fly, never knowing where flight will take them.

I don't personally believe in an arrived state of enlightenment. I feel that being human is a constant practice of return. We have moments of clarity, and then we're confused. We have incredibly sensitive periods of being awake, and then we're numb. Being human is a very universal and a very personal practice of learning how to return when we can't get access to what we know.

When we heal ourselves, we heal the world.