Angelus Silesius

The Rose is without 'why'—she blooms because she blooms.

I am as vast as God; there is nothing in the world_x000D_ _x000D_ O Miracle: that can shut me up in myself.

Time is of your own making;_x000D_ _x000D_ Its clock ticks in your head._x000D_ _x000D_ The moment you stop thought_x000D_ _x000D_ Time too stops dead.

Paradise is at your own center; unless you find it there, there is no way to enter.

If in your heart you make a manger for his birth then God will once again become a child on earth.

Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now?

The Rose which here on earth is now perceived by me, has blossomed thus in god from all eternity.

If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.

We keep so busy talking we are so keen to act that we forget that in the heart lies all we need untapped, intact.