Happy, not from anything that happens. Warm, not from fire or a hot bath. Light, I register zero on a scale.

The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.

I never really cared for the things of this world. It was the glow of Your Presence that filled it with beauty.

My soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love. Love was for me a delicate thread stretched between two adjacent pegs, but now it has been transformed into a halo, its first is its last, and its last is its first. It encompases every being, slowly expanding to embrace all that ever will be.

My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.

When your heart becomes the grave of your secrets, that desire of yours will be gained more quickly. The prophet said that anyone who keeps secret his inmost thought will soon attain the object of his desire. When seeds are buried in the earth, their inward secrets become the flourishing garden.

I saw many humans on whom there were no clothes. I saw many clothes in which there were no humans.