The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.

To Love is to reach God.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

I found the Divine within my Heart.

There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now, be all.