I am not this body. I am in this body, and this is part of my incarnation and I honor it but that isn't who I am.

At first you think that your sadhana Is a limited part of your life. In time you realize that Everything you do is part of your sadhana.

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.

The next message you need is always right where you are.

Aging has its own beauty. It is a beautiful stage for doing inner work. You have a chance to not be so dependent on social approval. You can be a little more eccentric. You can be more alone. And you can examine loneliness and boredom instead of being afraid of them. There is such an art and a possibility of aging.

The question we need to ask ourselves is whether there is any place we can stand in ourselves where we can look at all that's happening around us without freaking out, where we can be quiet enough to hear our predicament, and where we can begin to find ways of acting that are at least not contributing to further destabilization.

In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight.