Inside everyone is a great shout of joy waiting to be born.

The truth about our own modest contribution might immobilize us: much easier then, to tell ourselves a story about how much we make our own reality.

Everyone casts a shadow. Everyone has a relationship with the fearful unknown.

The tragedy with velocity as the answer to complexity is that, after awhile, you cannot see or comprehend anything that is not traveling at the same speed you are. And you actually start to feel disturbed by people who have a sense of restfulness to their existence.

The great poems are not about experience, but are the experience itself, felt in the body.

I want to know if you are willing to live, day by day, with the consequence of love.

All of our great traditions, religious, contemplative and artistic, say that you must a learn how to be alone - and have a relationship with silence. It is difficult, but it can start with just the tiniest quiet moment.