The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

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

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

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?

If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

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