God and I have built an immense fire together. We keep each other happy and warm.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Laugh because that is the purest sound.

Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

Join me in the pure atmosphere of gratitude for life.