Don't dismiss the heart, even if it's filled with sorrow. God's treasures are buried in broken hearts.
I am so close, I may look distant.
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reedsong. If it fades, we fade.
Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.