For that moment, at least, all our doors and windows were wide open; we were not carefully shutting out God's purifying light, in order to feel safe and secure; we were bathed in the same light that burned and yet did not consume the bush. We walked barefoot on holy ground.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.

An artist is someone who cannot rest, who can never rest as long as there is one suffering creature in the world.

Darkness was and darkness was good. As with light. Light and Darkness dancing together, born together, born of each other, neither preceding, neither following, both fully being, in joyful rhythm.

When a bride insists on telling her lover everything, I suspect she is looking for a father, not a husband.

Sometimes when we aren't looking, the holiness comes breaking through like a rainbow.

Sometimes idiosyncrasies which used to be irritating become endearing, part of the complexity of a partner who has become woven deep into our own selves.