Wisdom is like the rain. Its source is limitless, but it comes down according to the season.

Be watchful - the grace of God appears suddenly. It comes without warning to an open heart.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.. The light which fills the heart is the light of God, which is pure and separate from the light of intellect and sense.

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

Journey from the self to the Self and find the mine of gold. Leave behind what is sour and bitter and move toward the sweet.