The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
Let silence take you to the core of life.
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
There is a place where words are born of silence.
Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.