Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

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

All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

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

The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

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

On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.