“When emptiness is still, that is eternity. When it moves, that is love.”

Usually we think that we are looking at a tree, but the tree is looking at itself through us. Without this instrument, the tree does not get to see itself. We are sensing instruments of the Divine.

Wisdom without love is like having lungs but no air to breathe. Do not seek wisdom in order to acquire knowledge but in order to live and love more fully.

When the eternal and the human meet, that’s where love is born — not through escaping our humanity or trying to disappear into transcendence, but through finding that place where they come into union.

Human beings have a drive for security and safety, which is often what fuels the spiritual search. This very drive for security and safety is what causes so much misery and confusion.

You will only lose when you resist reality; you will only struggle when you disagree with what is.

You must choose between your attachments and happiness.

You don’t awaken, what has eternally been awake realizes itself. That which is eternally awake is what you are.

Meditation is a dress rehearsal for death.

What gets taken away are all the exterior means we thought we wanted love to come to us. You have the choice to notice the perfect set up to see love is exactly what you are.

Grief, unresisted, is grace. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt anymore, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t rip your heart out….In great grief, there’s an incredible love in it. In love there’s a tinge of bitter. In true love.

The biggest barrier to awakening is the belief that it is something rare.

When a group of people come together as a response to that kind of inward call, it creates a very powerful environment, where truth is held in the highest esteem and the reality of our being responds to that deepest intention.

You’re willing to realize that maybe everything you’ve ever thought about yourself really isn’t true.

The light of consciousness has no mind to change or alter anything. When you start to see the light that you really are, the light waking up in you, the radiance, you realize it has no intention to change you.

Neither one of these thoughts hold any intrinsic reality. They are an overlay. When someone says, ‘I love you,’ he is telling you about himself, not you. When someone says, ‘I hate you,’ she is telling you about herself, not you. World views are self views-literally.

Enlightenment is, in the end, nothing more than the natural state of being.

In the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.

An eternity caught within a feeling is called love.

Our love is poetry oozing from our hearts spilling onto bedsheets and tearing us apart. Our love was always meant to be a journey through the cosmos for eternity.

And you became a piece of me, no matter how far you wandered you’d still live in me.

Eternity is vague. Let me fill in the blanks with you.

With a heart like yours, you could keep pouring love for an eternity, why not give some to yourself?

A few days might mean nothing, but when you are going through hell, they feel like an eternity.

What love we’ve given, we’ll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.