In the soil of the quick fix is the seed of a new problem, because our quiet wisdom is unavailable.

Effortlessness is the ability to slow down and listen for the spaces between the joints... Deep within all things there is a natural rhythm, a music of opening and closing, expansion and contraction.

Our lives are made of these moments. Simple words and actions, taken together, weave a single day, and our days become our life. Every gesture is a seed, and the seed determines the harvest.

When we do what we love, again and again, our life comes to hold the fragrance of that thing.

All life has emptiness at its core; it is the quiet hollow reed through which the wind of God blows and makes the music that is our life.

The last place we tend to look for healing is within ourselves.

A gift is like a seed; it is not an impressive thing. It is what can grow from the seed that is impressive. If we wait until our seed becomes a tree before we offer it, we will wait and wait, and the seed will die from lack of planting.... The miracle is not just the gift; the miracle is in the offering, for if we do not offer, who will?