I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'

Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.

In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

Half-Heartedness Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being. If not, leave this gathering. Half-heartedness does not reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at mean-spirited roadhouses.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love. It will not lead you astray.

Patience with small details makes perfect a large work, like the universe.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art.