“The most exquisite paradox, as soon as you give it all up, you can have it all. As long as you want power, you can’t have it. The minute you don’t want power, you’ll have more than you ever dreamed possible.”

Meditation raises the question: Who are we really?

Spiritual practices help us move from identifying with the ego to identifying with the soul. Old age does that for you too. It spiritualizes people naturally.

The quieter you become, the more you can hear.

My life is a creative act–like a painting, or a concerto.

If you think you’re free, there’s no escape possible.

We’re here to awaken from the illusion of separateness

If you think you are enlightened; go home for Thanksgiving.

As soon as you give it all up you can have it all

You may protest if you can love the person you are protesting against as much as you love yourself.

Who in all his works sees God, in truth he goes to God.

The heart surrenders everything to the moment. The mind judges and holds back.

By acting compassionately, by helping to restore justice and to encourage peace, we are acknowledging that we are all part of one another.

Once you have drunk from the water of unconditional love, no other well can satisfy your thirst. The pangs of separation may become so intense that seeking the affection of the Beloved becomes an obsession.

The next message you need is always right where you are.

I see my life as an unfolding set of opportunities to awaken.

I’m not interested in being a lover. I’m interested in only being love.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

People said, Jane, forget about this nonsense with Africa. Dream about things you can achieve.

Let’s learn from the wisdom of every mother and father who teaches their daughters there is no limit on how big she can dream and how much she can achieve.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender your dreams.