I looked in temples churches and mosques. But I found the Divine within my heart.

Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.

When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.

Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.

In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love is mute.

Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

But meditate now on steadfastness and clarity, and let those be the wings that lift and soar through the celestial spheres.