This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say.

A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.

O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.

Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.

When you see the setting, wait for the rising. Why worry about a sunset or a fading moon?

The angel is free because of his knowledge, the beast because of his ignorance. Between the two remains the son of man to struggle.