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

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

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

The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

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

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

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