As we enter into exquisite awareness of the life that want to live as us, we learn to love deeply. - We claim our passion.

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.

Here are the bills again, I always dread them a little. They are familiar presences: first in the mail box, then in the bill drawer, now on the desk. Services Rendered. "My life is dependent on services rendered."

As we enter into exquisite awareness of the life that want to live as us, we learn to love deeply. - We claim our passion.

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.

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

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