So rests the sky against the earth. The dark still tarn in the lap of the forest. As a husband embraces his wife's body in faithful tenderness, so the bare ground and trees are embraced by the still, high, light of the morning. I feel an ache of longing to share in this embrace, to be united and absorbed. A longing like carnal desire, but directed towards earth, water, sky, and returned by the whispers of the trees, the fragrance of the soil, the caresses of the wind, the embrace of water and light. Content? No, no, no - but refreshed, rested - while waiting.

When you have reached the point where you no longer expect a response, you will at last be able to give in such a way that the other is able to receive, and be grateful. When Love has matured and, through a dissolution of the self into light, become a radiance, then shall the Lover be liberated from dependence upon the Beloved, and the Beloved also be made perfect by being liberated from the Lover.

The devils enter uninvited when the house stands empty. For other kinds of guests, you have to first open the door.

Like the bee, we distill poison from honey for our self-defense--what happens to the bee if it uses its sting is well known.

Humility before the flower at the timber line is the gate which gives access to the path up the open fell.

I am the vessel. The draft is God's. And God is the thirsty one.

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.