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.

Our ideas of self are created by identification. The less we cling to ideas of self, the freer and happier we will be.

To live life is to make a succession of errors. Understanding this can bring us great ease and forgiveness for ourselves and others.

To learn to concentrate we must choose a prayer or meditation and follow this path with commitment and steadiness, a willingness to work with our practice day after day, no matter what arises.

It's much better to become a Buddha than a Buddhist.

As desire abates, generosity is born. When we are connected and present, what else is there to do but give?

It is possible to speak with our heart directly. Most ancient cultures know this. We can actually converse with our heart as if it were a good friend. In modern life we have become so busy with our daily affairs and thoughts that we have lost this essential art of taking time to converse with our heart.