Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.
The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.
Loosen the bonds of avarice from your hands and neck.
Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?
Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.
Sit quietly and listen for a voice that will say, "Be more silent." As that happens, your soul starts to revive.