We are love. But in an everyday setting we have to make choices. We have limits. We can love everyone and we can't love everyone.

Even when clouds grow thick, the sun still pours its light earthward.

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

To listen is to continually give up all expectation and to give our attention, completely and freshly, to what is before us, not really knowing what we will hear or what that will mean. In the practice of our days, to listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.

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

I had over twenty years ago damaged the cilia in my ears. This has taught me many things. One thing I learned, paradoxically, is that there is much to be heard in silence.

I started out wanting to write great poems, then wanting to discover true poems. Now, I want to be the poem.