The love of someone else is more accessible or more possible if one lives with a sense of loving embrace towards oneself because that extends out into the world.

We have to be on time every day for one thing or another, so how can we be on time and yet not in time at the same time?

Each of us is already special in the sense that nobody has the unique pattern of potentialities that anyone else has.

I belong on this earth in the way that an oak tree does.

The love of someone else is more accessible or more possible if one lives with a sense of loving embrace towards oneself because that extends out into the world.

I woke up early one morning a couple of years ago and felt the tenderness of my being alone, the bitter sweetness of it. It has many colors, being alone. I walked out into my living room and I can say honestly that everything was pouring with life - the red sofa, the chairs with their patterns of roses, even the coffee table with its scattering of books. Everything was alive with the presence of being. Seeing the world though those eyes, I realized that I could never really be alone.

The body is the doorway to the timeless, because the body is always where we are and always in the present moment.