Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.

Inside a Lover's Heart,there's another world,and yet another.

One day you will take me completely out of myself, I'll do what the angels cannot do. Your eyelash will write on my cheek the poem that hasn't been thought of.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Fall in love in such a way that it frees you from any connecting.

A pure heart, open to the Light, will be filled with the elixir of Truth.

Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.