Yoga & Meditation Teacher (RYT 200), Amateur Cyclist, and Clergy
“When Teresa of Avila was asked what she did in prayer, she replied, ‘I just allow myself to be loved.’”
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
“When I speak of love I am not speaking of some sentimental and weak response. I am not speaking of that force which is just emotional bosh. I am speaking of that force which all of the great religions have seen as the supreme unifying principle of life. Love is somehow the key that unlocks the door which leads to ultimate reality.”
Love is invincible facing danger and death.
Passion laughs at the terrors of hell.
The fire of love stops at nothing— it sweeps everything before it.
Flood waters can’t drown love, torrents of rain can’t put it out.
Love can’t be bought, love can’t be sold— it’s not to be found in the marketplace.”
“The finite in man longs for the Infinite. The love that moves the stars moves also the heart of man and a law of spiritual gravitation leads his soul to the Soul of the universe. Man sees the sun by the light of the sun, and he sees the Spirit by the light of his own inner spirit. The radiance of eternal beauty shines over this vast universe and in moments of contemplation we can see the Eternal in things that pass away.”
“Come, dear lover—
let’s tramp through the countryside.
Let’s sleep at some wayside inn,
then rise early and listen to bird-song.
Let’s look for wildflowers in bloom, blackberry bushes blossoming white,
Fruit trees festooned with cascading flowers.
And there I’ll give myself to you,
my love to your love!”
“His words are kisses,
his kisses words.”
“Celebrate with me, friends!
Raise your glasses—“To life! To love!””
Take me away with you!
Let’s run off together!
An elopement with my King-Lover!
we’ll make great music. Yes!
For your love is better than vintage wine.”
“Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. Between the two my life flows.”
“My lover is mine, and I am his.
Nightly he strolls in our garden,
Delighting in the flowers
until dawn breathes its light
and night slips away.
Turn to me, dear lover.”
Get up, my dear friend,
fair and beautiful lover—
come to me!
Look around you: Winter is over; the winter rains are over, gone!
Spring flowers are in blossom all over. The whole world’s a choir—and singing!”
Look at him there,
on tiptoe at the gate,
all ears, all eyes—ready!
My lover has arrived and he’s speaking to me!”
“All I want is to sit in his shade,
to taste and savor his delicious love.”