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

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.

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.

Tragedy stays alive by feeling what's been done to us, while peace comes alive by living with the results.

Like roots finding water, we always wind up moving towards what sustains us.

The resource of life is everywhere, even in the smallest of things and we're never very far from it.

In life as in water, when we curl up or flail we sink. When we spread and go still, we are carried by the largest sea of all: the sea of grace that flows steadily beneath the turmoil of events. And just as fish can't see the ocean they live in, we can't quite see the spirit that sustains us.