Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

The ground's generosity takes in our compost and grows beauty! Try to be more like the ground.

I am merely a guest, born in this world to know the secrets that lie beyond it.

let's get away from all the clever humans who put words in our mouth let's only say what our hearts desire.

Don't you know yet? It is your Light that lights the worlds.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.