A monk asks:Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature?The master answers:Yes, your awareness of the wonders of nature.

I am like God and God like me. I am as large as God. He is as small as I. He cannot above me nor I beneath him be.

We keep so busy talking we are so keen to act that we forget that in the heart lies all we need untapped, intact.

The Rose is without 'why'—she blooms because she blooms.

The name of Jesus is as ointment poured forth; It nourishes, and illumines, and stills the anguish of the soul.

A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.

Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?