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.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting.

Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.

Be patient where you sit in the dark. The dawn is coming

Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.

Let go of your mind and then be mindful. Close your ears and listen!

If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.