There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

Don't be the rider who gallops all nightand never sees the horse that is beneath him

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

Half-heartedne ss doesn't reach into majesty.

I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.