A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?

There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

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

God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.

The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked

Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.