We are the only animals that tell stories to understand the world we live in.

When you know what you're against you have taken the first step to discovering what you're for.

Sometimes you hear a voice through the door calling you... This turning toward what you deeply love saves you.

As you live Deeper in the Heart$$$ the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner.

No more words. In the name of this place$$$ we drink in with our breathing$$$ stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

I don't want learning$$$ or dignity$$$ or respectability. I want this music$$$ and this dawn$$$ and the warmth of your cheek against mine.

The garden of the world has no limits$$$ except in your mind.

You dance inside my chest$$$ where no one sees you$$$ but sometimes I do$$$ and that sight becomes this art.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.

Let the lover be disgraceful$$$ crazy$$$ absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.