A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

If the Beautiful One is not inside you, then what is that Light hidden under your cloak?

Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

Let us put away our blinders and answer the call to Joy.