Your defects are the ways that glory gets manifested ... That's where the Light enters you.

Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.

When the world pushes you to your knees, you're in the perfect position to pray.

In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.