That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
With passion pray. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God?
I am yours. Don't give myself back to me.
Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours.
Sit, be still, and listen, because you're drunk and we're at the edge of the roof.
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.