For being human, we remember and forget. We stray and return, fall down and get up, and cling and let go, again and again. But it is this straying and returning that makes life interesting, this clinging and letting go - damned as it is - that exercises the heart.

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.

Light is in both the broken bottle and the diamond.

To listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.

We need to meet, embrace and work with what we're given. For what we want and what we're given often serve two different gods. And how we respond to their meeting determines our path.

Tragedy stays alive by feeling what's been done to us, while peace comes alive by living with the results.

The life of expression is the tuning fork by which we find our way to the sacred.