I think happiness is overrated, but joy is the key to the thousands of possible moods we can feel. And when we can rest in that joy, then peace is the moment of openness that holds all feeling.

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.

Rather than finding heaven on earth, we are asked to release heaven by living on earth.

When we deny what comes through us, it defines us. When we honestly face what comes through us, then who we are grows.

Each of us is born with an incorruptible spot of grace.

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

The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of thingsstop being a glass. Become a lake.