I feel like life is a series of bardos, transitional places. I have wandered through happiness and suffering. We can do all sorts of things, that is our project, to create a life. But, it seems to me, it’s about the questions: while we’re here, can we make the world our home? Can I build a home in myself?
Life is a luminous pause between two mysteries that are yet one
"We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion…"
