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

When the heart acknowledges how much pain there is in the mind, it turns like a mother toward a frightened child.

Buddha left a road map, Jesus left a road map, Krishna left a road map, Rand McNally left a road map. But you still have to travel the road yourself

Safety is the most unsafe spiritual path you can take. Safety keeps you numb and dead. People are caught by surprise when it is time to die. They have allowed themselves to live so little.

The process of growth is, it seems, the art of falling down. Growth is measured by the gentleness and awareness with which we once again pick ourselves up, the lightness with which we dust ourselves off, the openness with which we continue and take the next unknown step, beyond our edge, beyond our holding, into the remarkable mystery of being.

How soon will we accept this opportunity to be fully alive before we die? (88)

If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call to make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?