The soul is love, joy. Joy. Peace. Wisdom.

It's very different because the Indians live as if they are their souls and Americans live as if they are their egos.

You can't build joy on a feeling of self-loathing.

The dance goes from realizing that you're separate (which is the awakening) to then trying to find your way back into the totality of which you are not only a part, but which you are.

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.

All you can do for another person is be an environment in which if they wanted to come up for air, they could.

I see my life as an unfolding set of opportunities to awaken.