Achieve some perfection yourself, so that you may not fall into sorrow by seeing the perfection in others.
As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.
You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.
Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
The wound is the place where the light enters you.
When the world pushes you to your knees, you’re in the perfect position to pray.
Love is the bridge between you and everything.
The universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything that you want, you already are.