I am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.
You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.
In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.
Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone's soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.
Whoever's calm and sensible is insane!