As the seed buried in the earth cannot imagine itself as an orchid or hyacinth, neither can a heart packed with hurt imagine itself loved or at peace. The courage of the seed is that once cracking, it cracks all the way.

If you truly hold a stone, you can feel the mountain it came from.

The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one.

When the sweet ache of being alive, lodged between who you are and who you will be, is awakened, befriend this moment. It will guide you. Its sweetness is what holds you. Its ache is what moves you on.

The sun doesn't stop shining because some people are blind.

When we keep choosing between right and wrong. We spend our energy sorting life rather than living it.

The humility of wonder opens everything.