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.

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.

Just opening quietly for moments everyday can create a path by which life can reach us, the way rain carves a little stream in the earth by which the smallest flowers are watered.

The practice of listening is one of the most mysterious, luminous, and challenging art forms on Earth.

The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one.

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

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.