Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.

The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked

What strange beings we are! That sitting in hell at the bottom of the dark, we're afraid of our own immortality.

The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.

There is some kiss we want with your whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling.

Those who don't feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don't want to change, let them sleep.

Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.