Soul, if you want to learn secrets,
 your heart must forget about shame
 and dignity. You are God's lover,
 yet you worry what people are saying.

Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.

The gates made of light swing open. You see in.

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises

My souls sits in silence, and then asks again, where are you in all of this?

Whatever you know, or don’t - only Love is real.

One of the marvels of the world: The sight of a soul sitting in prison with the key in its hand.