Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.

If we come to sleep we are His drowsy ones And if we come to wake we are in His hands If we come to weeping we are His cloud full of raindrops And if we come to laughing we are His lightning in that moment If we come to anger and battle it is the reflection of His wrath And if we come to peace and pardon it is the reflection of His love Who are we in this complicated world?

Be suspicious of what you want.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Love is nothing other than finding the truth.

Reality is blocked by form and image.

Judge the moth by the beauty of the candle