You are life, inventing form. No more can you die on sword or years than you can die on doorways through which you walk, one room into another. Every room gives its word for you to speak, every passage its song for you to sing.

Ask yourself the secret of your success. Listen to your answer, and practice it.

How can a deer tell when a leaf falls silent in the forest? She hears it breathing differently.

Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness. Listen to it carefully.

If we agree that the world is not what it seems, then we have an important question: What shall we do about it?

Fear is all the fear of some loss: "I'm going to lose something." If we declare, and if we know in our hearts, "I already have everything that I need: I have life, I have creativity, I have joy, I have nourishment. I have everything I need," and if we just say, "It doesn't depend on my having a physical body to do it," then everything opens up.

If you want magic, let go of your armor. Magic is so much stronger than steel.