Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Since Love has made ruins of my heart The sun must come and illumine them. Such generosity has broken me with shame.
Inside of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.
Love's creed is separate from all religions.
When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.