What you meet in another being is the projection of your own level of evolution.

Our interactions with one another reflect a dance between love and fear.

The soul is not part of the incarnation. It comes into the incarnation. And the soul is not afraid of death because it has done it so many times.

Religions are founded by what mystics say when they come back; but what the mystics say is not the same as what happened to them.

When our hearts open, when we know that we are in fact the world, when we experience the pain of others in our own blood and muscle, we are feeling compassion.

The gift you offer another person is just your being.

The pain of the world will sear and break our hearts because we can no longer keep them closed. We've seen too much now. To some degree or other, we have surrendered into service and are willing to pay the price of compassion. But with it comes the joy of a single, caring act. With it comes the honor of participating in a generous process in which one rises each day and does what one can. With it comes the simple, singular grace of being an instrument of Love, in whatever form, to whatever end.