Love is difficult, because loving is not enough: We must, like God, ourselves be Love.

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

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

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.

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 one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

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