The thinking mind is what is busy. You have to stay in your heart. You have to be in your heart. Be in your heart. The rest is up here in your head where you are doing, doing, doing.

You see that who you are isn't moving in time. Time is describing the incarnations, the packing changes.

When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.

Our plans never turn out as tasty as reality.

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.

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

As we grow in our consciousness.. there will be more compassion and more love. And then... the barriers between people.. between religions.. and between nations will begin to fall.