This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.
God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.
With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.