The intensity of life, and therefore awareness, is directly proportional to the proximity of death.

When a kid, beginning to suspect that things weren't as they seem, I remember thinking: "Everyone's out to get, so just maybe the secret is to give."

Make the world warm to you. Be generous.

Steadfastness includes:

• Strength—(by no means a mere accumulation of power; instead) the mastery of the free bestowal of the broadest fields of creative self-surpassing. 
• Decisiveness—(by no means the hardness of obstinacy; instead) the security of belonging to the event, the entry into the unprotected. 
• Mildness—(by no means the weakness of leniency; instead) the generous wakening of the concealed and retained, that which ever strangely binds all creating into what is essential to creating. 
• Simplicity—(by no means the "easy" in the sense of the everyday, nor the "primitive" in the sense of the unconquered and future-less; instead) the passion for the necessity of the single task of securing the inexhaustibility of beyng in the shelter of beings and not letting go of the strangeness of beyng.

No teaching is complete. There comes a time when it's no longer possible to ignore the gaping hole. Then it's time to go your own way and start again from the beginning.

a mode of ecstatic fluidity

The teacher cannot awaken the student's curiosity. Life must do that. The teacher provides a teaching: a path and the equipage required to travel. A vein and tools to mine.

A radical agnosticism. A not-knowing. An un-knowing. All provisional. For the time being.

things as they truly are in their suchness, untouched by our conscious strivings

In this country … you are innocent until proven poor.

Dantien is terrestrial – centre of gravity – but heart is extraterrestrial. It's the heart that contains the heavens, not the head.

You find it with infants. Catch their eyes, or they yours, and that moment just before they smile, when it could go either way. The glimpse through that crack into the soul makes a day.

"That was a wonderful experience! Let's do it again!" A recipe, if not for disaster, then at least for bitter disappointment.

In the very heartland of wealth and liberation, you always hear the same question: ‘What are you doing after the orgy?’

The work is a drive, as primal as food or sex; an instinctual yearning for something beyond this world.

Soul is a realm of pure subtlety, ever withdrawing from all but the most humble gaze.

Never be afraid to mix your metaphors.