The art of life is to stay wide open and be vulnerable, yet at the same time to sit with the mystery and the awe and with the unbearable pain - to just be with it all.

What the word God means is the mystery really. It's the mystery that we face as humans the mystery of existence, of suffering and of death.

There is a larger frame to the painting than the one that bounds our life's events.

Our thinking minds deprive us of the happiness that comes when we are living fully in the moment.

When you concentrate on the middle of your chest - this is where loving awareness lives. This is the spiritual heart. Not the beating heart, not the emotional heart. This spiri­tual heart goes way back - goes back many incarnations. We call it the soul.

I feel vulnerable because my mind - because of the stroke, my mind doesn't focus. And then I feel vulnerable because I don't understand the world around me.

Faith, consciousness, and awareness all exist beyond the thinking mind.