“You two are together in the stars, but not in this world, in this life.”

It’s all real and it’s all illusory: that’s awareness.

Early in the journey you wonder how long the journey will take and whether you will make it in this lifetime. Later you will see that where you are going is here, and you will arrive now, so you stop asking.

A relationship starting out as one that awakens love can only remain a living vehicle for love to the extent that it is continually made new or reconsecrated.

Just because you are seeing divine light, experiencing waves of bliss, or conversing with Gods and Goddesses is no reason to not know your zip code.

When we’re identified with Awareness, we’re no longer living in a world of polarities. Everything is present at the same time.

You and I are the force for transformation in the world. We are the consciousness that will define the nature of the reality we are moving into.

The dance goes from realizing that you’re separate (which is the awakening) to then trying to find your way back into the totality of which you are not only a part, but which you are.

The spiritual journey is individual, highly personal. It can’t be organized or regulated. It isn’t true that everyone should follow one path. Listen to your own truth.

It is important to expect nothing, to take every experience, including the negative ones, as merely steps on the path, and to proceed.

Our whole spiritual transformation brings us to the point where we realize that in our own being, we are enough.

Just relax and trust the process.

In mystical traditions, it is one’s own readiness that makes experiences exoteric or esoteric.

When you are already in Detroit, you don’t have to take a bus to get there.

Only that in you which is me can hear what I’m saying.

In most of our human relationships, we spend much of our time reassuring one another that our costumes of identity are on straight.

Don’t think about the past. Just be here now.

Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain’t got the faith to stand its ground. Blow away the dreams that tear you apart. Blow away the dreams that break your heart. Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

A lot of the stuff that my father told me not to do, I did it anyway and I ended up learning the hard way.

When they built you brother they broke the mold.

The life we live is just a colourful and deposit toy. Some of us take it so seriously and fight and cry for it. Some of us break and throw it. Either we give extreme importance, either not enough. Better to stay far from extremes.

Summer came and summer went and I never saw your eyes again.

I lost you before I even had you.

Can someone tell the birds she’s gone. They’re still singing for her and it’s breaking what’s left of my heart.