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

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.

The greatest thing we can do to be closer to our own lives and to the freshness of living is to open up again.

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

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.

Keeping a commitment to listening has led me to my own growth, beyond any imagined dreams I may have had throughout the years.

Whatever opens us is not as important as what it opens.