Loaves of bread remind us of sunlight, but when we are inside that orb,we lose interest in building ovens,in millwork and the preparation of fields before the planting.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.

The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.

If you look too closely at the form, you miss the Essence.

Give yourself a kiss. If you want to hold the beautiful one, hold yourself.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.