The key to knowing joy is being easily pleased.

If we are to access the resources of life, we must listen with our common heart to the cries of the world.

One of the most challenging ways is to slow down enough to relax our heart and feel what is nearest. It could be the sun reflecting off of broken glass in an alley. It could be the shine on a crow. It could be snow on a lamp post.

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.

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.

I didn't know the language of my own wisdom. I wanted to be loved and after all the various relationships I went through, I finally realized I am love. I carry love.

I would rather be fooled than not believe.