I experience each moment like baklava: rich in this layer, and this layer, and this layer.

Be open to all teachers And all teachings, And listen with your heart.

Each of us finds his unique vehicle for sharing with others his bit of wisdom.

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.

I don't think too much about the future. Not because I'm hiding my head in the sand but because I figured out that whatever the future was going to be, the thing I had to do was to quiet my mind and open my heart and do what I could to end suffering.

I help people as a way to work on myself, and I work on myself to help people... To me, that's what the emerging game is all about.

Behind everyone's learned behaviors and odd eccentricities lurks a soul, ready to make contact if only coaxed out through a crack in the ego.