There's some sort of exchange that goes on between human beings that is one of the highest things we do.

Ramana Maharshi and Rumi would agree: the joy of being human is in uncovering the core we already are, the treasure buried in the ruin.

I think we all have a core that's ecstatic, that knows and that looks up in wonder. We all know that there are marvelous moments of eternity that just happen. We know them.

When you meet a new friend, the world has more light in it, doesn't it? Things become more spontaneous, and more full of laughing and freedom and novelty.

It's such a foolish thing to argue about names, when what we're doing is all one thing.

The religions of the world are luminous in their individuality, and they have valuable social and soulmaking functions. Surely someday we will quit killing each other over their different strategies.

Just being sentient and in a body with the sun coming up is a state of rapture.

Longing becomes more poignant if in the distance you can't tell whether your friend is going away or coming back. The pushing away pulls you in.

Anything you grab hold of on the bank breaks with the river's pressure. When you do things from your soul, the river itself moves through you. Freshness and a deep joy are signs of the current.

It's a beautiful lucid dream that has language that I can fiddle with.

I had never heard of Rumi until Robert Bly handed me this book and he said, ah, “These poems need to be released from their cages.”

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.

I don't talk about the mountain I talk to the mountain because my boss broke down the China wall of those days (JERICHO) with mere word....

She took no pleasure in knowing…whatever he asked of her, she would do.

When you watch television, you never see people watching television. We love television because it brings us a world in which television does not exist.

The Lord withdraws when He is denied, and what is taken by the undeserving does not avail them unto salvation, since the saving grace is turned into ashes and holiness departs.

Every stress leaves an indelible scar, and the organism pays for its survival after a stressful situation by becoming a little older.

Nothing really ever happens like you imagine it will.

You are emerging from the cocoon of your former self. There are no limits to the extent of the transformation that's possible for you.

Sitting with the woman of your dreams and forgetting what her name is.

My joy in friends, those sacred people, is my consolation.