Break your pitcher against a rock. We don't need any longer to haul pieces of the ocean around.

The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?

What is the heart? It is not human and it is not imaginary. I call it you.

From the urgent way lovers want each other to the seeker's search for truth, all moving is from the mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.

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.

A lover's life lies in death. You shall not find a heart without losing the heart.

Life is balance of holding on and letting go.