Even if one glimpses God, there are cuts and splinters and burns along the way.

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.

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.

I was raised Jewish by atheistic-agnostic parents. During this journey, I had people from all walks and all faiths try to help. A Jewish priest who I was friends with wanted to lay hands on me - I didn't ask questions about how - I just said when and where and how often do you want to do it? I didn't argue.

Each soul on earth is complete unto itself.

Each of us carries some wisdom waiting to be discovered at the center of our experience. Everything we meet, if faced and held, reveals a part of that wisdom.

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.