And don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.
I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I’ve been knocking from the inside!
Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.
My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.
As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.
Love’s secret is always lifting its head out from under the covers, “Here I am!”
Be empty of worrying…. Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life.
Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you.