The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.
This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.
You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
This is enough was always true. We just haven't seen it.
To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.