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.

After meditating for some years, I began to see the patterns of my own behavior. As you quiet your mind, you begin to see the nature of your own resistance more clearly, struggles, inner dialogues, the way in which you procrastinate and develop passive resistance against life. As you cultivate the witness, things change. You don't have to change them. Things just change.

As you dissolve into love, your ego fades. You’re not thinking about loving; you’re just being love, radiating like the sun.

I hang out with my guru in my heart. And I love everything in the universe. That's all I do all day.

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

Prolong not the past Invite not the future Do not alter your innate wakefulness Fear not appearances There in nothing more than this

Drop your identification with the illusion of separateness.