The broken door lets in the light. The broken heart lets in the world.

Perhaps the hardest thing I've learned, and still struggle with, is that I don't have to be finished in order to be whole.

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.

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

The things that can restore us have to get in, too. This is what the wisdom of an open heart is all about. All the spiritual traditions speak of this but I love the Tibetan tradition: "A spiritual warrior always has a crack in his heart because that is how the mysteries can get in."

The practice of listening is one of the most mysterious, luminous, and challenging art forms on Earth.

The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.