Whatever opens us is not as important as what it opens.

If peace comes from seeing the whole,then misery stems from a loss of perspective.We begin so aware and grateful. The sun somehow hangs there in the sky. The little bird sings. The miracle of life...

There, in the silence that’s never quite silent, I realized that, if there are at least seven thousand wants to speak, there are at least seven thousand ways to listen.

Can we listen to each other the way veins listen to blood?

…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275)

We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed and beneath every...

When wiggling through a holethe world looks different thanwhen scrubbed clean by the wiggleand looking back.

The key to knowing joy is being easily pleased.

I was born with the ability to see in metaphor.

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