When wiggling through a hole the world looks different than when scrubbed clean by the wiggle and looking back.

Birds learn how to fly, never knowing where flight will take them.

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.

In daily terms, the work of listening is to be constantly worn free of our preconceptions and preferences so that nothing stands in the way of our direct experience of life.

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.

We are broken open, or we willfully shed.

…there are no wrong turns, only unexpected paths.