O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.

Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one

Every door is another passage, another boundary we have to go beyond.

The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.

Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone's soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.

Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?