Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.
Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.
Happy, not from anything that happens. Warm, not from fire or a hot bath. Light, I register zero on a scale.
May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.
If you have not learned to be a passionate lover, do not count your life as lived. On the day of reckoning, it will not be counted.
Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?