My life will always have dirty dishes. If this sink can become a place of contemplation, let me learn constancy here.

I have found no better way than to value and savor the sacredness of daily living, to rely on repetition, the humdrum rhythm which heals and steadies.

So often we are too lazy or too distracted to see with care. Images come into our retinas, and our minds have already interpreted them. We do not see without our biases, our habits of life and thought.

Silence is our deepest nature, our home, our common ground, our peace. Silence reveals. Silence heals.

When we sit in stillness, we are profoundly active.

My life will always have dirty dishes. If this sink can become a place of contemplation, let me learn constancy here.

Within each of us, there is a silence, a silence as vast as the universe. And when we experience that silence, we remember who we are.