…there are no wrong turns, only unexpected paths.
To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.
The life of expression is the tuning fork by which we find our way to the sacred.
If I dare to hear you I will feel you like the sun And grow in your direction.
When we are forced to stop the noise around us and in us, we begin to hear everything that is not us, and this is the beginning of humility and the renewal of our soul's energy; as only by listening to all that is larger than us can we discover and feel our place in the Universe.
Through the opened heart, the world comes rushing in, the way oceans fill the smallest hole along the shore. It is the quietest sort of miracle: by simply being who we are, the world will come to fill us, to cleanse us, to baptize us, again and again.