“My heart must open to the cosmos with no langauage unless we invent it moment by moment in order to breathe.”
“Each difficult moment has the potential to open my eyes and open my heart.”
“His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.”
“At this moment, you are seamlessly flowing with the cosmos. There is no difference between your breathing and the breathing of the rain forest, between your bloodstream and the world’s rivers, between your bones and the chalk cliffs of Dover.”
“There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.”
“Does the cosmos contain keys for opening my diving bell? A subway line with no terminus? A currency strong enough to buy my freedom back? We must keep looking.”