Those doing soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away. Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room. Soul-makers find each other’s company.

The day is conscious of itself.

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.

The life of this world is nothing but the harmony of opposites

You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.