In the words of Mark Nepo:
Anything or anyone that asks you to be other than yourself is not holy, but is trying only to fill its own need.
The journey is made easier when we can accept that the process of living is designed for what matters to come through us tenderly.
The greatest thing we can do to be closer to our own lives and to the freshness of living is to open up again.
Part of the blessing and challenge of being human is that we must discover our own true nature.
In a world that lives like a fist mercy is not more than waking with your hands open.
The resource of life is everywhere, even in the smallest of things and we're never very far from it.
All the buried seeds crack open in the dark the instant they surrender to a process they can't see.
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.
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.
To listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.
Perhaps the hardest thing I've learned, and still struggle with, is that I don't have to be finished in order to be whole.
Intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.
Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing, the way birds keep singing at the first sign of light.
Keeping a commitment to listening has led me to my own growth, beyond any imagined dreams I may have had throughout the years.
Rather than finding heaven on earth, we are asked to release heaven by living on earth.
Repetition is not failure. Ask the waves, ask the leaves, ask the wind.
Every human has an unfathomable gift that only meeting life head on will reveal.
To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.
Grief can be a slow ache that never seems to stop rising, yet as we grieve, those we love mysteriously become more and more a part of who we are.
The simplest and bravest way to counter the plight of disheartenment is to move toward what is precious.
We need to give up what no longer works and find new ways of being that keeps us close to what matters.
If I dare to hear you I will feel you like the sun And grow in your direction.
The mystery is that whoever shows up when we dare to give has exactly what we need hidden in their trouble.
In truth, the more we lean into life, the more we authentically interact with the world, the brighter our flame.
We think that accomplishing things will complete us, when it is experiencing life that will.
Like roots finding water, we always wind up moving towards what sustains us.
Accepting what we're given is a practice in being present to everything beyond us that lets us become intimate with the nature of life.
When we deny what comes through us, it defines us. When we honestly face what comes through us, then who we are grows.
The practice of listening is one of the most mysterious, luminous, and challenging art forms on Earth.
I started out wanting to write great poems, then wanting to discover true poems. Now, I want to be the poem.
I looked a hundred times and all I saw was dust. The sun broke through and flecks of gold filled the air.
We are all continually asked to learn how to ask for what we need, only to practice accepting what we're given.
Tragedy stays alive by feeling what's been done to us, while peace comes alive by living with the results.
Truth is a seed hidden in the days until watered by what life brings us.
Let's be in awe which doesn't mean anything but the courage to gape like fish at the surface breaking around our mouths as we meet the air.
What we reach for may be different, but what makes us reach is the same.
Meditation, in all its forms and traditions, is an invitation to listen, to open, to quietly enlist the courage to be touched and formed by life.
When we keep choosing between right and wrong. We spend our energy sorting life rather than living it.
Even if one glimpses God, there are cuts and splinters and burns along the way.
The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one.
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 life of expression is the tuning fork by which we find our way to the sacred.
If we are to access the resources of life, we must listen with our common heart to the cries of the world.
A love astounds us or a pain consumes us and we forget that we glow on our own.
The extraordinary is waiting quietly beneath the skin of all that is ordinary.
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