Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at mean-spirited roadhouses.
No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God.
…a great God-wrestling does on inside these wanderers…
…the cypress tree is turning green, drunk with the forest.
…rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.
He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.
Don’t turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you.
Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?