How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!
In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.
We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.
I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.
What we speak becomes the house we live in.
Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead, for the door of choice is not open either to thee or me.