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

We work so hard to get somewhere, to realize a dream, to arrive at some destination, that we often forget that though some satisfaction may be waiting at the end of our endurance and effort, there is great and irreplaceable aliveness in the steps along the way.

In the way that I experience life, the physical world is really just the tip of the iceberg of reality. Whether it's trees or stones or water or animals or stars, everything has an ineffable interior quality.

Each soul on earth is complete unto itself.

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

If we are to access the resources of life, we must listen with our common heart to the cries of the world.

There is no getting around the fundamental fact that we need to interact with everything in order to manifest the wholeness we are born with.