“Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.”

The Word is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. This Word manifests itself in every creature.

These visions which I saw were not in sleep nor in dreams, nor in my imagination nor by bodily eyes or outward ears nor in a hidden place; but in watching, aware with the pure eyes of the mind and inner ear of the heart.

Divinity is in its omniscience and omnipotence like a wheel, a circle, a whole, that can neither be understood, nor divided, nor begun nor ended.

You are encircled by the arms of the mystery of God.

I, the fiery life of divine wisdom, I ignite the beauty of the plains, I sparkle the water, I burn in the sun, and the moon, and the stars.

The soul is a breath of living spirit, that with excellent sensitivity, permeates the entire body to give it life. Just so, the breath of the air makes the earth fruitful. Thus the air is the soul of the earth, moistening it, greening it.

There is the music of Heaven in all things.

If one intends to make beer from oats, it is prepared with hops.

Just as a mirror, which reflects all things, is set in its own container, so too the rational soul is placed in the fragile container of the body. In this way, the body is governed in its earthly life by the soul, and the soul contemplates heavenly things through faith.

Every element has a sound, an original sound from the order of God; all those sounds unite like the harmony from harps and zithers.

The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions. With interior yearning, grace and blessing are bestowed. It is a yearning to take on God’s gentle yoke, It is a yearning to give one’s self to God’s Way.

Our souls should be like a transparent crystal through which God can be perceived.

When the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit.

Dare to declare who you are. It is not far from the shores of silence to the boundaries of speech. The path is not long, but the way is deep. You must not only walk there, you must be prepared to leap.

O, You who are ever giving life to all life, moving all creatures, root of all things, washing them clean, wiping out their mistakes, healing their wounds, You are our true life, luminous, wonderful, awakening the heart from its ancient sleep.

The truly holy person welcomes all that is earthly.

There is nothing on this earth more to be prized than true friendship

Give me a place to stand, and I will move the Earth.

My birth was a blessing. Sent to live and die on Earth; it’s a blessing. We each have a star; all you have to do is find it. Once you do, everyone sees it, you won’t be blinded.

Down to earth but she stayed an angel.

If I were reincarnated I would wish to be returned to Earth as a killer virus to lower human population levels.

I can’t wait to collect memories from every corner of the earth to splash in the vastness of this beautiful world.

I am not from the Earth. I am from a place artist are obsessed with. A place where everything makes sense from the point of view of imagination, but not human intelligence.

Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.