There is a field beyond all notions of right and wrong. Come, meet me there.
Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.
There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.
Seek the sound that never ceases. Seek the sun that never sets.
Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten. Let the caller and the called disappear; be lost in the Call.