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.

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

Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.

We have come into this exquisite world to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!

On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.