I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.
God (in His mercy) accepts false coin.
While still in the cage of your being behold the spirit bird before it flies away.
When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.
Empathy is even better than talking in one language
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. In the depths there is a spring with all the water your heart is thirsty for.