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.

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

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

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

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

Don't think that some tomorrow you'll see God's Light. You see it now or err in darkest night.