With passion pray. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God?

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor...Welcome and entertain them all. Treat each guest honorably. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

Whatever you are looking for can only be found inside of you.

Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!

You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.

Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.