I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.

Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.

In the Friend-place nothing true can be said. Let Me Just Be Here.

Don't sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.

Light the incense! You have to burn to be fragrant.

When water is still like a mirror it can behold the Moon.