You have no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

If you are wholly perplexed and in straits, have patience, for patience is the key to joy.

My beloved grows right out of my own heart. How much more union can there be.

While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away.

Listen, open a window to God and begin to delight yourself by gazing upon Him through the opening.

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.

Let silence take you to the core of life.