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.”

It's a beautiful lucid dream that has language that I can fiddle with.

The religions of the world are luminous in their individuality, and they have valuable social and soulmaking functions. Surely someday we will quit killing each other over their different strategies.

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

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

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

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.