Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

Think of suffering as being washed.

The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.