Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his hear.

Those doing soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away. Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room. Soul-makers find each other’s company.

We cannot steal the fire. We must enter it.

You had better run from me. My words are fire.

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did about the future. Forget the future. I'd worship someone who could do that.

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.