I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.
Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you.
Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!
God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.
Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic
Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born. The lamb wants to graze green daylight. There are ways of being born twice,of coming to where you fly,not individually like birds, but as the sun moves with his bride,sincerity.