self

The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story.

The voice within is what I'm married to. All marriage is a metaphor for that marriage. My lover is the place inside me where an honest yes and no come from. That's my true partner. It's always there.
And to tell you yes when my integrity says no is to divorce that partner.

I am the perpretor of my suffering - but only all of it.

The mind's job is to validate what it thinks.

When we really start to take a look at who we think we are, we become very grace prone.

The ultimate freedom from the nonexistent ego is to see that it is actually irrelevant.

When you rest in quietness and your image of yourself fades, and your image of the world fades, and your ideas of others fade, what's left? A brightness, a radiant emptiness that is simply what you are.

What am I, really? The beautiful thing…is nobody can tell us what we are. Nobody can really tell us. Not in a way that’s going to be satisfactory to us. Our true nature is self-authenticating. When we bump into our true nature, it authenticates itself. Something inside us knows. This…is what has been sought for, longed for, looked for. This is it. Usually, it’s not what we expected…

Nobody can give us what we really already are. Wouldn’t it be terrible if somebody could give you what you really are? …’cause if they could give it to you, they could take it away.

A total acceptance of yourself brings about a total transcendence of yourself.