O Beloved, where is the Beloved?
Journeys bring power and love back into you. If you can't go somewhere, move in the passageways of the self. They are like shafts of light, always changing, and you change when you explore them.
Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.
For me to praise is interrupting praise.
Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God.
We are born of love. Love is our mother.