Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.
The interpretation that makes you ardent and hopeful and active and reverent is the true one.
Every leaf that grows will tell you: what you sow will bear fruit, so if you have any sense my friend, don't plant anything but Love.
Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.
Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.
The soul lives there in the silent breath.