The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.

The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.

On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.

Light will someday split you open

I rarely let the word NO escape from my mouth, because it is so plain to my soul that God has shouted, Yes! Yes! Yes! To every luminous movement in existence.

Do not surrender your grief so quickly Let it cut more deeply Let it ferment and season you As few human or divine ingredients can Something is missing in my heart tonight That has made my eyes so soft And my voice so tender And my need of God so absolutely clear.

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.