Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Cleverness is mere opinion, bewilderment is intuition.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
Silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.
Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.
The wound is the place where the light enters you.
Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others.
Unfold your own myth.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.
It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.
These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.
When you feel a peaceful joy, that's when you are near truth.
All people on the planet are children, except for a very few.
No one is grown up except those free of desire.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love.
It will not lead you astray.
Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged.
Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden.
I will meet you there.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Stop acting so small.
You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
Whatever purifies you is the right path, I will not try to define it.
The angel is free because of her knowledge, the beast because of his ignorance.
Between the two remains the son of man to struggle.