The extraordinary is waiting quietly beneath the skin of all that is ordinary.

Birds learn how to fly, never knowing where flight will take them.

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

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

Love and grief enable us to feel how we're all at heart the same. In love and grief, which is always very personal, the distinctions that separate us melt away.

Repetition is not failure. Ask the waves, ask the leaves, ask the wind.

When we keep choosing between right and wrong. We spend our energy sorting life rather than living it.