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.

God does not care what good you did, but why you did it. He does not grade the fruit but probes the core and tests the root.

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

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

The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

We keep so busy talking we are so keen to act that we forget that in the heart lies all we need untapped, intact.