Art is a reflection of everything that impacts your life.
If you listen to the traffic with a clear mind, without any concepts, it is not noisy, it is only what it is.
What we are tempted to call a disaster is sometimes the first, painful stage of a blessing.
[Jesus] teaches that just as the sun gives light to both wicked and good, and the rain brings nourishment to righteous and unrighteous, God's compassion embraces all people. There are no pre-conditions for it, nothing we need to do first, nothing we have to believe. When we are ready to receive it, it is already there. And the more we live in its presence, the more effortlessly if flows through us, until we find that we no longer need external rules or Bibles or Messiahs.
The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, the whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin.
What is the gospel according to Jesus? Simply this: that the love we all long for in our innermost heart is already present, beyond longing.
Education is no longer thought of as a preparation for adult life, but as a continuing process of growth and development from birth until death.
Prosperity is apt to prevent us from examining our conduct; but adversity leads us to think properly of our state, and so is beneficial to us.
I find it quite difficult to analyze my own motives for things. I tend to go with a gut feeling in the moment.
Obviously songs and musicians mean a lot to people.
There’s something about hospital walls; though only made of bricks and plaster, when you’re inside them the noise, the reality of the teeming city beyond, disappears; it’s just outside the door, but it might as well be a magical land far, far away.