Even if one glimpses God, there are cuts and splinters and burns along the way.
If we are to access the resources of life, we must listen with our common heart to the cries of the world.
I think happiness is overrated, but joy is the key to the thousands of possible moods we can feel. And when we can rest in that joy, then peace is the moment of openness that holds all feeling.
We are broken open, or we willfully shed.
The fully engaged heart is the antibody for the infection of violence.
The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.