‎Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

Inside any deep asking is the answering.

You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.

No sickness worse than imagining thyself to be perfect can afflict thy soul.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

You cannot learn about Love, LOVE appears on the wings of grace.