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

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

So somebody comes along and gets to me. They get me angry or uptight or they awaken some desire in me, wow am I delighted. They got me. And that’s my work on myself. If I am angry with you because your behavior doesn’t fill my model of how you should be, that’s my problem for having models. No expectations, no upset. If you are a liar and a cheat, that’s your Karma. If I’m cheated, that’s my work on myself.

We reap in age what we have sown, in our values, all along the way.

When you get old, everything changes - your body changes, your family changes. You can't do what you've always done, anymore. And, either you can complain about things changing - or you can be content. Instead of complaining, you can say: "Oh, yesss! Look at all this change!" You can welcome it.

I'm not interested in being a "lover." I'm interested in only being love.

The heart surrenders everything to the moment. The mind judges and holds back.