If you don't try to fly and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it's too late for all you could become.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.

I looked in temples churches and mosques. But I found the Divine within my heart.

Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

The source of now is here.