“There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows.In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.”

“You're water. We're the millstone.You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes.You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity.We're the language that tries to say it.You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.”

“Oh you, straying heart, just come! Oh you, aching liver, just come! If the path to the gate is closed, Take the way by the wall, but come!”

“There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved.And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?'The lover replied, 'It is I.''Go hence,' returned the voice;'there is no room within for thee and me.'Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded,'Who is there?'He answered, 'It is thou.''Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within.”

“We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.”

“At night, I open the windowand ask the moon to comeand press its face against mine.Breathe into me.Close the language-doorand open the love-window.The moon won't use the door,only the window.”

“On a daywhen the wind is perfect,the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.Today is such aday.”