Just being sentient and in a body with the sun coming up is a state of rapture.

There's some sort of exchange that goes on between human beings that is one of the highest things we do.

It's such a foolish thing to argue about names, when what we're doing is all one thing.

I think my life is tremendously interesting, and surely, other people do too.

Ramana Maharshi and Rumi would agree: the joy of being human is in uncovering the core we already are, the treasure buried in the ruin.

When you meet a new friend, the world has more light in it, doesn't it? Things become more spontaneous, and more full of laughing and freedom and novelty.

I had never heard of Rumi until Robert Bly handed me this book and he said, ah, “These poems need to be released from their cages.”