I have come to drag you out of yourself and take you into my heart. I have come to bring out the beauty you never knew you had, and lift you like a prayer to the sky.

Every need brings in what's needed. Pain bears its cure like a child.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence, or in absence. Both mourn, the angels, the prophets, and this sadness I feel has taken from me the taste of language, so that I cannot say the flavor of my being apart.

Since in order to speak, one must first listen, learn to speak by listening.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.

Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.