If you bring forth what is within you, it will save you. Yes. But this saving is not just for you. It is for the common good. If you bring forth what is within you, it will save the world.

Humility like darkness reveals the heavenly lights.

We use our eyes to look into space and our imaginations to look into time.

Remember, the best cure for worry is to do something positive.

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

With the power of silent presence, we learn to relate to our confusion and grief and to tolerate not knowing. Once we’ve opened up this relationship to the wounded parts of ourselves, we find there’s no dividing line between our own pain and someone else’s.

What shames us, what we most fear to tell, does not set us apart from others; it binds us together if only we can take the risk to speak it.

Everything you’re sure is right can be wrong in another place.

You were made to be yourselves. You were made to enrich the world with a sound, a tone, a shadow.

To become the spectator of one’s own life is to escape its suffering.

Allow nature’s peace to flow into you, as sunshine flows into the trees.

To break a promise is to deny the reality of the past; therefore, it is to deny the hope of a real future.

If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes—as long as one knew where to look for it.

All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure.

You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.

If you cannot solve the proposed problem, try to solve first a simpler, related problem.

You have slept for millions / [tab in] and millions of years. / Why not wake up this / [tab in] morning?

There is no passion to be found playing small—in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.

God realization is nothing but the ability—the expansiveness of heart—to love everything equally.

We live in all we seek. The hidden shows up in too plain sight. It lives captive on the face of the obvious—the people, events, and things of the day—to which we as sophisticated children have long since become oblivious. What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff…

Some things are rushing into existence, others out of it. Some of what now exists is already gone. Change and flux constantly remake the world, just as the incessant progression of time remakes eternity. [New line, tab in] We find ourselves in a river. Which of the things around us should we value when none…

This is perhaps the most noble aim of poetry, to attach ourselves to the world around us, to turn desire into love, to embrace, finally, what always evades us, what is beyond, but what is always there—the unspoken, the spirit, the soul.

As you live, believe in life! Always human beings will live and progress to greater, broader, and fuller life.

The smallest surprise, received gratefully, yields a harvest of delight.

Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.

Enlightenment for a wave is the moment the wave realized that it is water.

The transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self revelation, and that always seems fraught with danger.

Spirituality or what you call “religion” is mainly to understand this: That you don’t require anything.

Poetry is the smallest way—it is a small, small way, but it is a way indeed—that the individual body can express its own personhood and value in the face of faceless systems.

May I live this day Compassionate of heart, Clear in word, Gracious is awareness, Courageous in thought, Generous in love.