If the heart isn't melted into a celebration of unconditional love, radical forgiveness, and/or unwavering compassion, then my dear... the truth isn't being seen.

Have you noticed whatever appearance of progress you've made in your life that has been profoundly meaningful, in some way, it is an expression of a courage to be honest; to be yourself, to be you, and to let go of what other people might think.

This wheel of blamed sadness and blamed happiness is what fuels the chaos of human life; both individually and collectively. It is so far removed from the truth of one’s harmonious nature. The issue isn’t so much about blaming for sadness or blaming for happiness, it’s actually the same thing. The issue is blame itself;...

I was crushed and I cried for a good few hours. What helped me to feel better... was telling stories in my mind about how she wasn't a good person. I had to justify my pain somehow, I had to find a reason why I hurt so badly.

My best pointing is, again, radical self-honesty about the real issue. Like everyone else, I have past experiences that could be considered to be traumatizing, and at times, those moments are remembered and feelings of powerlessness can arise.

We see people through a filter, a filter of how we see ourselves. Until the self-filter disappears, we won't actually see our fellow man or even Life itself.

It's odd, that the secret to peace is knowing I don't know. There's a comedy in watching how every internal agitation is in response to believing I know something I don't really know. Most notably, about what something means.

Healing is not figuring out who is to blame, healing is in seeing that no one is to blame and that we all are simply doing the best we can, given the level of confusion we were born into. This healing is forgiveness; a forgiveness that sees the pain of one is the pain of...

Everything about you is like a piece of art, open to interpretation. The genuine artist doesn't create art to be seen or understood, the genuine artist creates art because there's no other option.

To understand the dream of identification resolves much if not all, of the confusion around suffering and conflict; personal and collective. Although, to truly understand it, is somewhat of a death sentence for any personal sense of identity.