“Without an uninvestigated story, there’s only the perfection of life appearing as itself. You can always go inside and find the beauty that’s revealed after the pain and fear are understood.”

We begin to not be human, as we’ve known it, any longer. But to be just creative minds and action, whereas right now we’re confused minds and actions, and our environment mirrors that back to us.

It makes sense that no one else can cause you pain. That’s your job.

When they attack you and you notice that you love them with all your heart, your Work is done.

Whatever it takes for you to find your freedom, that’s what you’ve lived.

The opening to reality, as it really is, is beauty.

Love is action. It’s clear, it’s kind, it’s effortless, and it’s irresistible.

No one has ever been angry at another human being-we’re only angry at our story of them.

Forgiveness is discovering that what you thought happened, didn’t.

Everyone is a mirror image of yourself-your own thinking coming back to you.

It’s good that it hurts. Pain is the signal that you’re confused, that you’re in a lie.

The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story.

Your suffering is never caused by the person you’re blaming.

You either believe what you think or you question it. There’s no other choice.

You would be amazed at who people are once you know yourself.

What you’re believing in the moment creates your suffering or your happiness.

This is the time. This is the place. This is the vastness. Right here is paradise. Always. Always.