Consumed with anger,
The world is an ugly place.
Bathed in happiness,
The world is a wonderful place.
But….aha! It’s the same world.
Taitetsu Unno, 1929 – 2014, scholar and author on Pure Land Buddhism, Shin Buddhism: Bits of Rubble turn into Gold

What I know in my bones is that I forgot to take time to remember what I know.
The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.
Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves, the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.
Terry Tempest Williams, 1955 – American writer, educator, conservationist, Talking to God: Portrait of a World at Prayer.
Awareness is aware of itself as the nature of mind.
When local awareness becomes aware of spacious awareness, it begins to recognize itself. When local awareness and spacious awareness unite, they realize they have always been united. Awareness knows itself by being itself. We discover that awareness is already awake without our help.
If you can abide as awareness of itself – content-less, timeless, boundless, knowing – for even three to five seconds, that experience can shift you into the ground of Being.
Lock Kelly
The soul, in its longing to grow, will push us toward crisis points, bringing about a situation that will force us to leave behind the old toys and the worn-out ways of operating.
Our soul brings us these crises to remind us that we don’t have to remain stuck in the land of the hunters and the hunted.
We are called to draw ourselves up to our full height and confidence, even when terrified at the prospect of the unknown.
Alberto Villoldo, Cuban Medical anthropologist, writer on Shaminism, Psychiatry with Soul