If you rest in the silence inside, all those you meet will have their spiritual hearts resuscitated.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

You and I are the force for transformation in the world. We are the consciousness that will define the nature of the reality we are moving into.