Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?

Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.

When the remedy you have offered only increases the disease, then leave him who will not be cured, and tell your story to someone who seeks the truth.

What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.

Although you appear in earthly form Your essence is pure Consciousness. You are the fearless guardian of Divine Light.

If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.

Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.