The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.— Mark Nepo
The most delicious Mark Nepo quotes that are simple and will have a huge impact on you
The key to knowing joy is being easily pleased.
There are many ways that we grow, but there are two major ways: We shed what no longer works, or we're broken open. If we're unwilling to shed, then we will be broken open. Through shedding, we are worn down, just as nature is eroded to its beauty. I think that through suffering, human beings are eroded to our beauty.
What will you do today, knowing that you are one of the rarest forms of life to ever walk the Earth? How will you carry yourself? What will you do with your hands? Tomorrow you could die, but today you are precious and rare and awake. Grateful and awake, ask what you need to know now. Say what you feel now. Love what you love now.
We need to give up what no longer works and find new ways of being that keep us close to what matters.
When we heal ourselves, we heal the world.
To journey without being changed, is to be a nomad.
To change without journeying is to be a chameleon. To journey and to be transformed by the journeying is to be a pilgrim.
To listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.
The flower doesn't dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.
When we don't get what we want, there's a legitimate grieving, and then the spiritual journey truly begins, because not getting what we want breaks our self-reference; and once that is broken, we are aware that we are a part of a larger whole. It changes everything.
All the buried seeds crack open in the dark the instant they surrender to a process they can't see.
Part of the blessing and challenge of being human is that we must discover our own true nature.
Through the opened heart, the world comes rushing in, the way oceans fill the smallest hole along the shore. It is the quietest sort of miracle: by simply being who we are, the world will come to fill us, to cleanse us, to baptize us, again and again.
…there are no wrong turns, only unexpected paths.
The greedy one gathered all the cherries, while the simple one tasted all the cherries in one.
As the seed buried in the earth cannot imagine itself as an orchid or hyacinth, neither can a heart packed with hurt imagine itself loved or at peace. The courage of the seed is that once cracking, it cracks all the way.
We work so hard to get somewhere, to realize a dream, to arrive at some destination, that we often forget that though some satisfaction may be waiting at the end of our endurance and effort, there is great and irreplaceable aliveness in the steps along the way.
Those who truly love us will never knowingly ask us to be other than we are
My own time on earth has led me to believe in two powerful instruments that turn experience into love: holding and listening. For every time I have held or been held, every time I have listened or been listened to, experience burns like wood in that eternal fire, and I find myself in the presence of love. This has always been so.
In life as in water, when we curl up or flail we sink.
When we spread and go still, we are carried by the largest sea of all: the sea of grace that flows steadily beneath the turmoil of events. And just as fish can't see the ocean they live in, we can't quite see the spirit that sustains us.
Everything in life opens and closes, sheds and renews.
We are no different. Listening in its endless forms is the way we stay open, the way we stay in relationship, the way we refresh who we are and what we're doing here.
The paradox is that we have this amazing capacity in our minds and hearts to learn and gain insights and then to build a kind of personal storehouse of knowledge. The underside is that those insights harden and fill the spaces in our hearts and minds. They become assumptions, conclusions and judgments.
Rather than finding heaven on earth, we are asked to release heaven by living on earth.
For being human, we remember and forget.
We stray and return, fall down and get up, and cling and let go, again and again. But it is this straying and returning that makes life interesting, this clinging and letting go - damned as it is - that exercises the heart.
Before we can count we are taught to be grateful for what others do.
As we are broken open by our experience, we begin to be grateful for what is, and if we live long enough and deep enough and authentically enough, gratitude becomes a way of life.
When we are forced to stop the noise around us and in us, we begin to hear everything that is not us, and this is the beginning of humility and the renewal of our soul's energy; as only by listening to all that is larger than us can we discover and feel our place in the Universe.
It has always amazed and humbled me to how the risk to bloom can seem so insurmountable beforehand and so inevitably freeing once the threshold of suffering is crossed.
The life of expression is the tuning fork by which we find our way to the sacred.
Intuitive listening requires us to still our minds until the beauty of things older than our minds can find us.
Like roots finding water, we always wind up moving towards what sustains us.
Every human has an unfathomable gift that only meeting life head on will reveal.
When the sweet ache of being alive, lodged between who you are and who you will be, is awakened, befriend this moment. It will guide you. Its sweetness is what holds you. Its ache is what moves you on.
Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing, the way birds keep singing at the first sign of light.
I would want to affirm how rare and magnificent and messy it is to be alive, how there is really nothing between us and life, though so many things get in the way, and how our heart is the strongest muscle and resource we have.
Repetition is not failure. Ask the waves, ask the leaves, ask the wind.
I've learned that loving your self requires a courage unlike any other.
It requires us to believe in and stay loyal to something no one else can see that keeps us in the world - our own self worth.
Anything or anyone that asks you to be other than yourself is not holy, but is trying only to fill its own need.
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.
The fully engaged heart is the antibody for the infection of violence.
For listening to the stories of others .
.. is a kind of water that breaks the fever of our isolation. If we listen closely enough, we are soothed into remembering our common name.
Try as we do to resist what we're given, this is the only doorway to truth.
We waste too much time and energy denying or fighting where we find ourselves.
In truth, the more we lean into life, the more we authentically interact with the world, the brighter our flame.
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.
Mysteriously, as elusive as it is, this moment--where the eye is what it sees, where the heart is what it feels--this moment shows us that what is real is sacred
Light is in both the broken bottle and the diamond.
The extraordinary is waiting quietly beneath the skin of all that is ordinary.
there is a great choice that awaits us every day: whether we go around carving holes in others because we have been so painfully carved ourselves, or whether we let spirit play its song through our tender experience, enabling us to listen, as well, to the miraculous music coming through others.
We need to meet, embrace and work with what we're given.
For what we want and what we're given often serve two different gods. And how we respond to their meeting determines our path.
A successful creative expression is one in which the person who has expressed it was transformed for having encountered it
In a world where the great technologies enable us to record, replay, cut and paste, zoom in, and delete, listening is the crucial commitment to keep the heart touchable.
I didn't know the language of my own wisdom.
I wanted to be loved and after all the various relationships I went through, I finally realized I am love. I carry love.
Whatever difficulty you face, there are time-tried ways you can listen your way through. Because listening is the doorway to everything that matters. It enlivens the heart the way breathing enlivens the lungs. We listen to awaken our heart. We do this to stay vital and alive.