When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover

There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?

Now is the time to unite the soul and the world. Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows.

This silence, this moment, every moment, if it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There's nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty. Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, 'Be more silent.' Die and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you've died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

A shadow cannot ignore the sun that all day creates and moves it.

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.