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

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

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.

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.

Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.