Trade your cleverness for bewilderment.
Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.
There’s a morning when presence comes over your soul. You sing like a rooster in your earth-colored shape. Your heart hears and, no longer frantic, begins to dance.
We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.
God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.
From the Distance You only See My Light; Come closer and You will Know that I Am You.