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

Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.

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.

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

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.