A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.

I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.

I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing

If you are a man of learning, read something classic, a history of the human struggle and don't settle for mediocre verse.

Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.

Hear from the heart wordless mysteries.

Bathe in the splendor of your own Light.