I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.
Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.
What a relief to be empty! Then God can live your life.
A white flower grows in the quietness. Let your tongue become that flower.
The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.