If sequestered pain made a sound, the atmosphere would be humming all the time.
The saddest part about being human is not paying attention. Presence is the gift of life.
We've all been should upon enough.
Love is not what we become but who we already are
People ask what must they become to be loving. The answer is ‘nothing.’ It is a process of letting go of what you thought you had become and allowing your true nature to float to the surface naturally.
I have never lived a life so much larger than death. (93)