The day of my spiritual awakening was the day I saw–and knew I saw–all things in God, and God in all things.
*Mechtild of Magdeburg
Words fashion empty glasses, thirst cries out into the night.
Be silent awhile, then be startled, while fresh wine runs down the sky.
Quietness watches over sorrow, preparing in you a place to receive.
Language is the dark veil, behind it hides your longing for lost Love.
*"Quietness Watching," April 2001
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Love attracts love, mine rushes forth unto Thee, it would fain fill up the abyss which attracts it; but alas! it is not even as one drop of dew lost in the Ocean. To love Thee as Thou lovest me I must borrow Thy very Love - then only, can I find rest.
*St. Theresa of Lisieux
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