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

God is a pure no-thing, concealed in now and here; the less you reach for him, the more he will appear.

It isn't bread that feeds you; it is life and the spirit that feed you through bread.

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

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

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

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