A moment of happiness, you and I sitting on the verandah, apparently two, but one in soul, you and I. We feel the flowing water of life here, you and I, with the garden's beauty and the birds singing. The stars will be watching us, and we will show them what it is to be a thin crescent moon. You and I unselfed, will be together, indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar as we laugh together, you and I. In one form upon this earth, and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.

Ways of worshipping are not to be ranked as better or worse than one another . . . It's all praise, and it's all right.

I have found the heart and will never leave This house of light.

Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour. Do it now.

Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.

Then outwardly you are the small universe! Then inwardly you are the great universe.