I was born with the ability to see in metaphor.
Can we listen to each other the way veins listen to blood?
It’s like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real.
…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275)
To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.
When wiggling through a holethe world looks different thanwhen scrubbed clean by the wiggleand looking back.
The reward for being sensitive is that we’re held by the Universe, the way the ocean in its buoyancy holds up a raft.
Once waking into the realization that eternity is waiting in every moment, I discovered that wealth is time, not money.
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.
