The Rose is without 'why'βshe blooms because she blooms.
Angelus SilesiusRead
If Christ were born in Bethlehem a thousand times and not in thee thyself; then art thou lost eternally.
The Rose is without 'why'βshe 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?
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