“Think of suffering as being washed.”

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred Now is the time for you to deeply compute the impossibility that there is anything but grace.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house.

Your life within God’s arms, Your dance within God’s arms, Is already Perfect!

We have come into this exquisite world to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth.

I Have Learned so much from God That I can no longer call myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

For I have learned that every heart will get What it prays for Most.

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.

Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life.

There is A madman inside of you Who is always running for office.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

I long for You so much I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks That are high in the mountains That I know are years old. I long for You so much I have even begun to travel Where I have never been before.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

As Americans, which I suffer from myself, we have ADD.

I understand people’s suffering, people’s pain, more than you will every know yourself.

Whether we get to avoid pain and suffering or we must persevere in the midst of it, our deliverance comes when we’re dragged from the enemy of our souls to the heart of God.

Religion, politics, society are exploiting you, and you are being conditioned by them; you are being forced in a particular direction. You are not human beings; you are mere cogs in a machine.

We, we, and none else, are responsible for what we suffer. We are the effects, and we are the causes.

Great and small suffer the same mishaps.

We poor creatures are born for man’s pleasure and amusement, and destined to go through endless sufferings and trials.

I began to understand that suffering and disappointments and melancholy are there not to vex us or cheapen us or deprive us of our dignity but to mature and transfigure us.