We are like aspen trees who have mistakenly thought that since we look like many trees, that is the truth—but under the ground, our root system is one—we are fully alive when we are connected because we are, we were always, part of one another.

All real living is meeting.

Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?

Building community is to the collective as spiritual practice is to the individual.

Rarely, if ever, are any of us healed in isolation. Healing is an act of communion.

My friend is one who knows my song and sings it to me when I forget.

She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.

Unconditional love is not so much about how we receive and endure each other, as it is about the deep vow to never, under any condition, stop bringing the flawed truth of who we are to each other.

We must remember to go slow. It’s the secret so rarely mentioned. Simply put, relationships are hard to build when we are running.

Loneliness does not come from having no people around, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.

Beloved community is formed not by the eradication of difference but by its affirmation, by each of us claiming the identities and cultural legacies that shape who we are and how we live in the world.