Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
LOVE will lay a carpet of treasures under your feet.
I said, O Love, tell me this: Does the Lord know you are treating me this way? Love said to me, yes He does, just be totally… totally… silent
Be patient where you sit in the dark. The dawn is coming
No sickness worse than imagining thyself to be perfect can afflict thy soul.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.