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

The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.

Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.

There is no way into Presence except through a love exchange.

Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.

The Ego is a veil between humans and God’.” “In prayer all are equal.

Who says the eternal being does not exist? Who says the sun has gone out? Someone who climbs up on the roof and closes his eyes tight, and says, I don't see anything.