“If you observe well, your own heart will answer.”

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.

What you meet in another being is the projection of your own level of evolution.

Our interactions with one another reflect a dance between love and fear.

Every religion is the product of the conceptual mind attempting to describe the mystery.

Do what you can on this plane to relieve suffering by constantly working on yourself to be an instrument for the cessation of suffering. To me, that’s what the emerging game is all about.

Your problem is you are too busy holding on to your unworthiness.

The world kept breaking you and here you are- still soft, still loving, how strong of you to maintain your magic in a world where everyone loses their essence.

An appeal to fear never finds an echo in German hearts.

I’m sorry love scares me, I’ve only seen it end in pain.

If your heart is broken it doesn’t mean it can’t love again.

How is it that we mourn the shattered pieces of the love we willingly broke?

Does anything at all make any sense? No offense! Is everything real or just a lens of pretense? Anyway, I feel that this moment is dying and now I’m done wrying and trying.

In a world where insensitivity and indifference are overrated. Don’t lose faith in love and warmth. You may feel lost and worn out, but the most magical and the richest place will always be a kind heart.

How your words and pauses have become mine. How you are a full stop to my every line. You have colored me with your thoughts, red and white. The tinge of my blood and the pure divine.