The cosmic humor is that if you desire to move mountains and you continue to purify yourself, ultimately you will arrive at the place where you are able to move mountains. But in order to arrive at this position of power you will have had to give up being he-who-wanted-to-move-mountains so that you can be he-who-put-the-mountain-there-in-the-first-place. The humor is that finally when you have the power to move the mountain, you are the person who placed it there--so there the mountain stays.

In meditation we can watch the itch instead of scratching it.

It's only when caterpillarness is done that one becomes a butterfly. That again is part of this paradox. You cannot rip away caterpillarness. The whole trip occurs in an unfolding process of which we have no control.

You may protest if you can love the person you are protesting against as much as you love yourself.

Those particular thoughts that are painful - love them. I love them to death!

Let's trade in all our judging for appreciating. Let's lay down our righteousness and just be together.

We live life in the marketplace and then we go off to the cave or to the meditation mat to replenish ourselves.