I am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.

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.

Your thoughts are a veil on the face of the Moon. That Moon is your heart, and those thoughts cover your heart. So let them go, just let them fall into the water.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.

There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

Trade your cleverness for bewilderment.

Love is the sea where intellect drowns.