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.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'

The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.

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

The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.

Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.