Wisdom says we are nothing. Love says we are everything. Between these two our life flows.

It takes courage to grieve, to honor the pain we carry. We can grieve in tears or in meditative silence, in prayer or in song. In touching the pain of recent and long-held griefs, we come face to face with our genuine human vulnerability, with helplessness and hopelessness. These are the storm clouds of the heart.

We do not have to improve ourselves; we just have to let go of what blocks our heart.

The grief we carry is part of the grief of the world. Hold it gently. Let it be honored. You do not have to keep it in anymore. You can let go into the heart of compassion; you can weep.

No one knows how this world came into being. It is a creation of consciousness itself. It's extraordinary, a mystery.

The things that matter most in our lives are not fantastic or grand. They are the moments when we touch one another.

You hold in your hand an invitation: to remember the transforming power of forgiveness and loving kindness. To remember that no matter where you are and what you face, within your heart peace is possible.