The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

And he misses her Like a wind starved sail He sits knowing what direction to go But the current keeps pulling him Down river.

The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!

I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.

If you follow the ways in which you were trained, which you may have inherited, for no other reason than this, you are illogical.

There is some kiss we want with the whole of our lives.

Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that can't be spoken.