If we are to access the resources of life, we must listen with our common heart to the cries of the world.

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

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

My own time on earth has led me to believe in two powerful instruments that turn experience into love: holding and listening. For every time I have held or been held, every time I have listened or been listened to, experience burns like wood in that eternal fire, and I find myself in the presence of love. This has always been so.

Those who truly love us will never knowingly ask us to be other than we are

…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275)

The glassblower knows: while in the heat of beginning, any shape is possible. Once hardened, the only way to change is to break.