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

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

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

The one awakened liberated sees all things as one unseparated.

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

A rose is but a rose, it blooms because it blooms; it thinks not of itself, nor asks if it is seen.

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