You have to remember one life, one death–this one! To enter fully the day, the hour, the moment whether it appears as life or death, whether we catch it on the inbreath or outbreath, requires only a moment, this moment. And along with it all the mindfulness we can muster, and each stage of our ongoing birth, and the confident joy of our inherent luminosity. (24)

The mind creates the abyss. The heart crosses over it. Love is the bridge.

God is not someone or something separate but is the suchness in each moment, the underlying reality.

Love is not what we become but who we already are

When your fear touches someone’s pain, it becomes pity, when your love touches someone’s pain, it become compassion.

If sequestered pain made a sound, the atmosphere would be humming all the time.

Go to the truth beyond the mind. Love is the bridge.