For those who realize that everything is from God, everything is the same.
Give yourself a kiss. If you want to hold the beautiful one, hold yourself.
You’re a song, a wished-for song.
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.
Love is the sea where intellect drowns.
Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.