A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

Soul, if you want to learn secrets,
 your heart must forget about shame
 and dignity. You are God's lover,
 yet you worry what people are saying.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.