Our tolerance for forms of religious expression we disagree with is a precise barometer of our own spiritual security.

A mystic is anyone who has the gnawing suspicion that the apparent discord, brokenness, contradictions and discontinuities that assault us every day might conceal a hidden unity.

Everyone carries with them at least one piece to someone else's puzzle.

The first mystery is simply that there is a mystery, a mystery that can never be explained or understood, only encountered from time to time. Nothing is obvious. Everything conceals something else.

Hold up your hands before your eyes. You are looking at the hands of God.

The only thing truly within our power, may be whether or not we will behave in each moment with arrogance or reverence.

Religion is a more or less organized way of remembering that every ministry points to a higher reality.

character is not made in a crisis- it is only exhibited

Our perception of space-time can be thought of in terms of event coordinates relative to our current state of consciousness.

I’d believed I needed to be steady in myself before I could function with others—but surviving alone no longer felt like a good way either.

Nothing happens without waiting. The seed in the ground does not become a tree overnight. It goes through seasons, nurturing, watering, pruning before it bears fruit.

I am from the age of magazines, so the Internet is terrifying to me. But I am learning.

I am not really doing research, just trying to cultivate myself.

I'm lucky that I haven't been left out in the cold like Mumta Kulkarni or Meghna Kothari.

There's nothing interesting about looking perfect.

A beautiful death is for people who have lived like animals to die like angels.

The book itself [The Thorn and The Blossom] is bound accordion-style: it has no spine, so it can open in either direction, and it's in a slipcase.