At first you think that your sadhana Is a limited part of your life. In time you realize that Everything you do is part of your sadhana.

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.

Gratitude opens your heart, and opening your heart is a wonderful and easy way for God to slip in.

The intellect is a beautiful servant but a terrible master. Intellect is the power tool of our separateness. The intuitive, compassionate heart is the doorway to our unity.

What the word God means is the mystery really. It's the mystery that we face as humans the mystery of existence, of suffering and of death.

Suffering is the sandpaper of our incarnation. It does its work of shaping us.

Allowing dying to be so intensely present enriches both the preciousness of each moment and our detachment from it.