The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did.

Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.

This phantom world gave you false signs But you turned from the illusion and journeyed to the land of truth.

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

You are the fountain of the sun. I'm the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.

Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God

When you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.