I feel vulnerable because my mind - because of the stroke, my mind doesn't focus. And then I feel vulnerable because I don't understand the world around me.
Pain is the mind. It's the thoughts of the mind. Then I get rid of the thoughts, and I get in my witness, which is down in my spiritual heart. The witness that witnesses being. Then those particular thoughts that are painful - love them. I love them to death!
The universe is an example of love. Like a tree. Like the ocean. Like my body. Like my wheelchair. I see the love.
Each of us finds his unique vehicle for sharing with others his bit of wisdom.
I sit with people who are dying. I'm one of those unusual types that enjoys being with someone when they're dying because I know I am going to be in the presence of Truth.
I have always said that often the religion you were born with becomes more important to you as you see the universality of truth.
