“I am the fiery life of the essence of God; I am the flame above the beauty in the fields; I shine in the waters; I burn in the sun, the moon, and the stars. And with the airy wind, I quicken all things vitally by an unseen, all-sustaining life.”

We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.

When one’s thoughts are neither frivolous nor flippant, when one’s thoughts are neither stiff-necked nor stupid, but rather, are harmonious — they habitually render physical calm and deep insight.

God has arranged everything in the universe in consideration of everything else.

It is easier to gaze into the sun, than into the face of the mystery of God. Such is its beauty and its radiance.

Angels, living light most glorious! Beneath the Godhead in burning desire in the darkness and mystery of creation you look on the eye of your God never taking your fill: What glorious pleasures take shape within you!

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.

There is no greater sorrow than that of a soul, moving through the tunnels of hope, holding on to the beautiful past while drowning in a pool of darkness all alone, all alone.

There’s beauty in the imperfections of what we do and our value’s so much more than being a size two.

And just like that, he told me that I was beautiful. Without knowing all the wars I wage against myself.

Down to the marrow in your bones, you will always be beautiful to me.

The fabric of your life is a beautiful tapestry of contrast.

You’re my crescent moon not perfect but beautiful.

Sun rising slowly, frost hanging in the plush air; The skies are ablaze.

Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.