When we practice loving kindness and compassion we are the first ones to profit.

I don’t know why; when I look at you, I see myself

Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.

Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.

Angels dance only with You, Beloved and only before You do I bow in adoration. You may accept me or not but I will be at your feet forever.

No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

I am so close, I may look distant.