We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.

The soul is a breath of living spirit, that with excellent sensitivity, permeates the entire body to give it life. Just so, the breath of the air makes the earth fruitful. Thus the air is the soul of the earth, moistening it, greening it.

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

Everything that is in the heavens, on earth, and under the earth is penetrated with connectedness, penetrated with relatedness.

We shall awaken from our dullness and rise vigorously toward justice. If we fall in love with creation deeper and deeper, we will respond to its endangerment with passion.

The Word is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. This Word manifests itself in every creature.

Humanity finds itself in the midst of the world. In the midst of all other creatures humanity is the most significant and yet the most dependent upon the others.