If you're tired of spinning: anchor. If you're tired of being pulled into dark waters of suffering: stop biting honey-covered hooks.

Place the Heart-Mind's Trustworthy Light onto the Old Code of Good Travelers: The antidote to depression is devotion.

When the soul becomes unburdened it's like a new saddle on a fresh horse. Suddenly the trail feels right again, and the strong horizon line in front of you as you turn becomes its own form of soothing medicine.

Ponder for a moment that there is, in fact, a world beyond saving; that it is here, now, cascading swiftly toward its predictable end. Alongside it, also here-now, is another world, bright, eternal. Be part of that one.

The old instruction still stands: Be full-of-care what you cast your eyes upon. Ignore that which does not help you or the world to bloom.

Who's keeping score? Fade over the horizon, anonymous!

It matters not if others realize you were really the rain falling on their parched and thirsty fields.

I know the camel driver constantly hit you with sharp words when you were young, but he has moved on, and now you are the one with the whip in your hand.

When you are part of the caravan of crazy clouds you start to become a little less domesticated and a little more like wild mountain weather.