You Are The Root Of Heaven, The

I Was There In The Beginning And I Was The Spirit Of Love.

Loaves Of Bread Remind Us Of Sunlight, But When We Are Inside That Orb,we Lose Interest In Building Ovens,in Millwork And The Preparation Of Fields Before The Planting.

I Am Bewildered By The Magnificence Of Your Beauty; And Wish To See You With A Hundred Eyes . . . I Am In The House Of Mercy, And My Heart Is A Place Of Prayer.

No Better Love Than Love With No Objective, No More Satisfying Work Than Work With No Purpose. If You Could Give Up Tricks And Cleverness, That Would Be The Cleverest Trick!

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.