Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.

The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.

And watch two men washing clothes, one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony. Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there's really only one work.

Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.

Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.

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.

Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.