In a world that lives like a fist mercy is not more than waking with your hands open.

Mysteriously, as elusive as it is, this moment--where the eye is what it sees, where the heart is what it feels--this moment shows us that what is real is sacred

For though we stubbornly cling, believing in our moment of hunger that there is no other possibility of love, we only have to let go of what we want so badly and our life will unfold. For love is everywhere.

…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275)

The simplest and bravest way to counter the plight of disheartenment is to move toward what is precious.

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.

We are broken open, or we willfully shed.