The paradox is that we have this amazing capacity in our minds and hearts to learn and gain insights and then to build a kind of personal storehouse of knowledge. The underside is that those insights harden and fill the spaces in our hearts and minds. They become assumptions, conclusions and judgments.

One of the most challenging ways is to slow down enough to relax our heart and feel what is nearest. It could be the sun reflecting off of broken glass in an alley. It could be the shine on a crow. It could be snow on a lamp post.

When we heal ourselves, we heal the world.

Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.

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

Living is the original art. As a young man I wanted to be a poet and I learned along the way that I already was a poet.

Each of us is born with an incorruptible spot of grace.