Who's to say the effort to be real isn't the beginning of wings?

I would want to affirm how rare and magnificent and messy it is to be alive, how there is really nothing between us and life, though so many things get in the way, and how our heart is the strongest muscle and resource we have.

The real & lasting practice for each of us is to remove what obstructs us so we can be who we are.

To listen also means to stay in relationship, the central challenge of our time, and this requires us to constantly minimize whatever stands between us and life.

This is the ongoing purpose of full attention: to find a thousand ways to be pierced into wholeness.

For listening to the stories of others ... is a kind of water that breaks the fever of our isolation. If we listen closely enough, we are soothed into remembering our common name.

To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.