When the self knows that it is already accepted, unconditionally, there is no need anymore for it to preoccupy itself with advancing its own claims or with trying to create the conditions that might make it worthy of being loved. As long as the self is consumed in the struggle to make itself lovely, it cannot love.
The fuller a vessel becomes, the deeper it sinks in the water.
A bird doesn’t sing because he has an answer. A bird sings because he has a song.
Thankfulness is a soil where discontent does not easily take root.