If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.

The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.

The rose does not have a why; it blossums without reason, forgetful of self and oblivious to our vision.

The rose is without 'why'; it blooms simply because it blooms. It pays no attention to itself, nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.

God, whose love and joy are present everywhere, can't come to visit you unless you aren't there.

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.