Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.

Silence within silence, no words within blank space, nothing on blank page, less within the void.

Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.

The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

Return from existence to nonexistence. You are seeking the Lord and you belong to him. Nonexistence is a place of income; flee it not. This existence of more and less is a place of expenditure.