A love astounds us or a pain consumes us and we forget that we glow on our own.

there is a great choice that awaits us every day: whether we go around carving holes in others because we have been so painfully carved ourselves, or whether we let spirit play its song through our tender experience, enabling us to listen, as well, to the miraculous music coming through others.

My own time on earth has led me to believe in two powerful instruments that turn experience into love: holding and listening. For every time I have held or been held, every time I have listened or been listened to, experience burns like wood in that eternal fire, and I find myself in the presence of love. This has always been so.

Joy in what we do is not an added feature; it is a sign of deep health.

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.

Repetition is not failure. Ask the waves, ask the leaves, ask the wind.