If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.

Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.

I honor those who try to rid themselves of any lying, who empty the self and have only clear being there.

I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.

What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs.