You are not your body; you are the eye. When you see the spirit, you are free of the body. A human being is an eye – the rest is just flesh and bones. Whatever your eye sees, you are that.

My friend, you thought you lost Him; that all your life you've been separated from Him. Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him, and haven't searched within your own house.

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did about the future. Forget the future. I'd worship someone who could do that.

O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.

I will find new meaning in every joy and sorrow.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing your heart to pieces & giving up your soul