Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born. The lamb wants to graze green daylight. There are ways of being born twice,of coming to where you fly,not individually like birds, but as the sun moves with his bride,sincerity.

The body itself is to reveal the light that's blazing inside your Presence.

Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.

God writes spiritual Mysteries on our heart, where they wait silently for discovery.

To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.

Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.