Every moment, a voice, out of this world, calls on our soul, to wake up and rise.
The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.
Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.
Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.
The world is a playground, and death is the night.
Your breath touched my soul and I saw beyond all limits.