Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.

Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.

I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover

God writes spiritual Mysteries on our heart, where they wait silently for discovery.

Purify your eyes, and see the pure world. Your life will fill with radiant forms.

...one cannot lodge in if.

Giving thanks for abundance is sweeter than the abundance itself.