Don't run away from grief, o’ soul/ Look for the remedy inside the pain/ because the rose came from the thorn/ and the ruby came from a stone.

Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.

Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.

Dance from here to the other world-and don't stop.

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