Time creates history. Meditation creates the moment.

Compassion is the religion of the heart.

When you plant a seed of love, it is you that blossoms.

Ages and epochs belong to Time. Only the fleeting moment is eternal.

As we practice meditation, we get used to stillness and eventually are able to make
friends with the quietness of our sensations.

The universe is a gathering of nows that I spread before my feet like a landscape.