In a world where the great technologies enable us to record, replay, cut and paste, zoom in, and delete, listening is the crucial commitment to keep the heart touchable.

A love astounds us or a pain consumes us and we forget that we glow on our own.

Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing, the way birds keep singing at the first sign of light.

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

Meditation, in all its forms and traditions, is an invitation to listen, to open, to quietly enlist the courage to be touched and formed by life.

The key to knowing joy is being easily pleased.

The paradox is that we have this amazing capacity in our minds and hearts to learn and gain insights and then to build a kind of personal storehouse of knowledge. The underside is that those insights harden and fill the spaces in our hearts and minds. They become assumptions, conclusions and judgments.