朝阳之地

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don&#39;t know the value of your own soul, it&#39;s all foolishness.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.