The spiritual path wrecks the body And afterwards restores it to health. It destroys the house to unearth the treasure, And with that treasure builds it better than before.

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did.

A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.

Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?

One day you will take me completely out of myself, I'll do what the angels cannot do. Your eyelash will write on my cheek the poem that hasn't been thought of.

We were green: we ripened and grew golden. The Sea terrified us: we learned how to drown. Squat and earthbound, we unfolded huge wings. We started sober: are love's startled drunkards. You hide me in your cloak of nothingness Reflect my ghost in your glass of being I am nothing, yet appear: transparent dream Where your eternity briefly trembles.

Behind every atom of this world hides an infinite Universe.