Poetry for People 
Who Don't Read Poetry. Spirituality for Me
and Maybe You.

The world and I are within one another.

When we feel fear, we want it to go away. And to make it go away, we tend to think we have to do something. Not only is there an inherent...

To believe in rationalism’s ability to say something about ultimate reality, we must believe that our experience exposes us to that reality

My perception has long been that it’s not considered good manners to say you’re good at something. It gets labeled bragging.

First of all, it’s obvious what love is. Love is a word.

Many intelligent people feel their conclusions about the ultimate bleakness of existence are supported by a scientific vision of the world.

We naturally keep our arms still until we need them to do something for us. We can practice the same thing with our mind.

Poetry is no more one thing than music is.

What works... is to wait for inspiration, to let [things] unfold like a conversation unfolds, to let myself be surprised by what is said.

There are two things in our experience. What happens and the stories we tell ourselves about what happens.

We want to belong. We want it so much that most of us have been willing to cast aside important parts of ourselves to feel that we belong.

Everything presented to us is presented through a certain filter, distortion, and set of invisible assumptions.

It struck me. This man may be more afraid of crying than of climbing a sheer cliff for four hours with no ropes.

We’re often told relationships are about compromise. I want to amend that just a little. Bad relationships are about compromise.

When I think something has to be, I close myself off to other things that could be.