The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.

If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

Loosen the bonds of avarice from your hands and neck.

In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.