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.
If you want money more than anything, you'll be bought and sold your whole life.
No more words. Hear only the voice within.
Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God.
If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you.
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.