“God waits to win back his own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.”

The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.

I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

We cross infinity with every step; we meet eternity in every step.

Love’s gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

The small wisdom is like water in a glass, clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

God is the Seed; The Universe is the Tree, Impulses and passions are the branches, Intelligence is the flower, Pure Consciousness is the fruit, Love is the sweetness in the fruit.

The flowers burn the grass, a thousand splendid suns; and life returns to everything as hope refills my lungs.

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it’s just a daisy in a jelly glass

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

Praised be You, my Lord, through our Sister, Mother Earth, who sustains and governs us, producing varied fruits with coloured flowers and herbs.

The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them, away.