I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret
Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'