Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides shutting me out from beyond, come to me, my lord of silence, with thy peace and rest. When my beggarly heart sits crouched, shut up in a corner, break open the door, my king, and come with the ceremony of a king. When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust, O thou holy one, thou wakeful, come with thy light and thy thunder.

I'm lost in the middle of my birthday. I want my friends, their touch, with the earth's last love. I will take life's final offering, I will take the last human blessing.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

To be constantly changing one's plans isn't decision at all-it's indecision.

Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.