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.

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

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

Paradise is at your own center; unless you find it there, there is no way to enter.

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

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.