Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.
I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depth of the stars.
Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me
No sickness worse than imagining thyself to be perfect can afflict thy soul.
The lovers of God have no religion but God alone.