When You Become A Lover Of What

When We're Not Defending And Justifying, And We're Being Very Still, Our Answers Can And Do Shock Us.

The Ego’s Job Is To Kill Everything But Itself

I Am The Perpetrator Of My Suffering - But Only All Of It.

If I Had A Prayer, It Would Be This: "god, Spare Me From The Desire For Love, Approval, Or Appreciation. Amen."

The Work Always Leaves You With Less Of A Story. Who Would You Be Without Your Story? You Never Know Until You Inquire. There Is No Story That Is You Or That Leads To You. Every Story Leads Away From You. Turn It Around; Undo It. You Are What Exists Before All Stories. You Are What Remains When The Story Is Understood.