To be broken is no reason to see all things as broken.

The real challenge is to remember to see clearly when everything's flying around us and we're wrapped up in our [emotional] wounds and traumas.

Like roots finding water, we always wind up moving towards what sustains us.

Anything or anyone that asks you to be other than yourself is not holy, but is trying only to fill its own need.

We are love. But in an everyday setting we have to make choices. We have limits. We can love everyone and we can't love everyone.

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.

To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.