…even in his despair, he recognized that being one with everything means indeed being one with everything, even the sea pirate whose heart was “not yet capable of seeing and loving.”
…whatever politicians do or say, the world is indeed shrinking, and familiarity breeds compassion, not contempt.
No one with a sound mind takes on a suicide mission without feeling despair. And despair comes when our we are not heard.
I know what will save me. I am on my way today to the Dar Al-Hijrah Islamic Center in Falls Church, Virginia, an open mosque whose name means Land of Migration.
…quieter voices [are] speaking across boundaries for a universal awakening to the oneness of us all.
…to paraphrase Pogo, I have met the media and they are us.
…experiencing the world as it is can be emotionally draining work. As poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti said many years ago, “even in heaven they don’t sing all the time.”
Even the present is filtered through a Rube Goldberg mechanism we call a brain. Which is why we do the best we can to accomplish what sounds like a paradox — quieting our mind in order to be mindful.
Thay’s messages are simple. He conveys them over and over again: Stop. Breathe. Enjoy the moment. Listen mindfully to others. Cultivate your compassion. Speak and act from love.
…you know what? The world does not depend on the clump of cosmic dust I call “me.”
After all, as the Buddha seemed to understand, everything in our universe is made of the same cosmic dust particles that are ever-moving, ever-changing, ever-dancing, and always connecting and reconnecting.
When life handed her lemons, she didn’t make lemonade, she planted a citrus garden.