Time and the timeless dimension co-exist here, now in this very moment that we're living, this very moment that we're speaking.

What's not often in the present moment is the thinking mind.

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.

It's the bringing together of knowledge and wisdom that is a great part - perhaps the greatest part - of our life's journey.

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

In today's world it is deceptively easy to lose sight of our direction and the things that matter and give us joy. How quickly the days can slip by, the years all gone, and we, at the end of our lives, mourning the life we dreamed of but never lived. Poetry urges us to stand once and for all, and now, in the heart of our own life.

The ego, as our familiar sense of self, seems predicated on fear. The fear that we might not make it, that we might not get where we want to go. But deep down there is also a grain of fear that we have nothing to give or nothing to offer. I think that's the ego's justifiable anxiety about its substantiality and existence.