To become spiritual, you must die to self, and come alive in the Lord. Only then will the mysteries of God fall from your lips. To die to self through self-discipline causes suffering but brings you everlasting life.

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.

The cure for pain is in the pain.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.

Today, let us swim wildly, joyously in gratitude.

There is one way of breathing that is shameful and constricted. Then, there's another way: a breath of love that takes you all the way to infinity.