I keep calling it the I-thought. It's a thought. There is no I. This gives you a clue.

Do not look for signs. Do not look for experiences. Do not be so complicated. Become like a child. See everything with awe.

The only burden you have ever had is your mind.

Dive into your heart center. Sit in the silence. Desire self-realization with all your heart, with all your mind, and all your soul. Everything will take care of itself.

Within You is the Light of a Thousand Suns. - Within You is Unimaginable Beauty.

Only when you can understand yourself as All Pervading Consciousness can you possibly understand that all the universe is an emanation of your mind. Everything that you see comes out of you.

There is only one decision you need to make: You are either working at your Freedom or you are accepting your bondage.

Our universe is a sea of energy - free, clean energy. It is all out there waiting for us to set sail upon it.

You've always been free. You've always been bright and shining. Everything else is just nonsense.

The secret to peace-of-mind is to not identify with anything other than your true self.

We cannot empty the mind by thinking. Only by observation.

Let us forget and forgive injuries.

Few people who are hit once by someone they love respond in the way they might to a singular physical assault by a stranger.

I learned about what I love. Imagination, deep friendship, animals, family, the natural world, ideas and ideals ... and silliness.

When I found out I could write I was shocked! I didn't know I could write.

To declaim freedom verses seems like a poem within a poem; freedom requires guns, it requires arms, but no feet.

I'm not getting old I'm evolving.

There's always a way you can get better. You can never be satisfied. You can never say, 'That's good enough'.

The complete man, then, is the "lover" added to the scientist; the rhetorician to the dialectician.

It's traumatizing for me to come to Washington during a Republican administration because I don't have any Republican clothes.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.