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.

Sometimes the simplest and best use of our will is to drop it all and just walk out from under everything that is covering us, even if only for an hour or so—just walk out from under the webs we've spun, the tasks we've assumed, the problems we have to solve. They'll be there when we get back, and maybe some of them will fall apart without our worry to hold them up.

Keeping a commitment to listening has led me to my own growth, beyond any imagined dreams I may have had throughout the years.

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.

The sun doesn't stop shining because some people are blind.

This is the ongoing purpose of full attention: to find a thousand ways to be pierced into wholeness.

Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing, the way birds keep singing at the first sign of light.