We are all meant to be mothers of God, for God is always needing to be born.
Even stones have a love, a love that seeks the ground.
Above thought is the intellect, which still seeks: it goes about looking, spies out here and there, picks up and drops. But above the intellect that seeks is another intellect which does not seek but stays in its pure, simple being, which is embraced in that light.
When a man sees the one in all things, he is above mere understanding.
People who have let go of themselves are so pure that the world cannot harm them.
To be properly expressed a thing must proceed from within, moved by its form: it must come, not in from without but out from within.