We travel so far only to land where we are. We imagine other lives, only to meet who we are. We seek out love in special ways, only to find everyone is special. Humbly, we can’t avoid this journey...
We are love. But in an everyday setting we have to make choices. We have limits. We can love everyone and we can’t love everyone.
Live loud enough in your heart and there is no need to speak.
If we devote ourselves to the life at hand, the rest will follow. For life, it seems, reveals itself through those willing to live. Anything else, no matter how beautiful, is just advertising.
In daily terms, the work of listening is to be constantly worn free of our preconceptions and preferences so that nothing stands in the way of our direct experience of life.
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.
Doing small things with love is the atom of bravery.
What is not ex-pressed is de-pressed.
By our very nature, we are a human paradox. We are a human being. The being is infinite and the human is very finite. We walk around like lightening in a bottle.
We can never be prepared for everything. No one person can anticipate all of life. In fact, overpreparation is yet another way to wall ourselves in from life.
Like roots finding water, we always wind up moving towards what sustains us.
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.
When wiggling through a hole the world looks different than when scrubbed clean by the wiggle and looking back.
The journey is made easier when we can accept that the process of living is designed for what matters to come through us tenderly.
There is no getting around the fundamental fact that we need to interact with everything in order to manifest the wholeness we are born with.
The greatest thing we can do to be closer to our own lives and to the freshness of living is to open up again.
The simplest and bravest way to counter the plight of disheartenment is to move toward what is precious.
I started out wanting to write great poems, then wanting to discover true poems. Now, I want to be the poem.
If we are to access the resources of life, we must listen with our common heart to the cries of the world.
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.