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

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

You are an ocean in a drop of dew, all the universes in a thin sack of blood. What are these pleasures then, these joys, these worlds that you keep reaching for, hoping they will make you more alive?

Don't be the rider who gallops all nightand never sees the horse that is beneath him

If you love someone, you are always joined with them--in joy, in absence, in solitude, in strife.

What can I do my friends, if I do not know? I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor Muslim nor Hindu. What can I do? What can I do? Not of the East, nor of the West, Nor of the land, nor of the sea, Not of nature's essence, nor of circling heavens. What could I be?

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.