Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred... Now is the time for you to deeply compute the impossibility that there is anything but grace.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.