I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam.

We are here to witness the creation and to abet it. We are here to notice each thing so each thing gets noticed. Together we notice not only each mountain shadow and each stone on the beach but, especially, we notice the beautiful faces and complex natures of each other. We are here to bring to consciousness the beauty and power that are around us and to praise the people who are here with us. We witness our generation and our times. We watch the weather. Otherwise, creation would be playing to an empty house.

Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.

There is no whit less enlightenment under the tree by your street than there was under the Buddha's bo tree. I invite you to go sit under that tree by your street.

Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed?

Nothing on earth is more gladdening than knowing we must roll up our sleeves and move back the boundaries of the humanly possible once more.

Why do we people in churches seem like cheerful, brainless tourists on a packaged tour of the Absolute?