I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.
Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.
There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.
The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this... and the Ocean does that.
Think of suffering as being washed.
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.