Our task is to take this earth so deeply and wholly into ourselves that it will resurrect within our being.

It is good to say it aloud: 'Nothing has happened.' Once again: 'Nothing has happened.' Does that help?"

No one can advise and help you, no one. There is only one way: go within.

Those doves below, the ones utterly cared for, never endangered ones, cannot know tenderness.

we are continually overflowing toward those who preceded us, toward our origin, and toward those who seemingly come after us. ... It is our task to imprint this temporary, perishable earth into ourselves so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its essence can rise again “invisibly,” inside us. We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.

Be, in this immensity of night, the magic force at your sense's crossroad.

Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.