There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .

What is the Heart? A flower opening.

By God, when you see your beauty you will be the idol of yourself.

Turning toward what you deeply love saves you

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.

I would love to kiss you. The price of kissing is your life.

I come to YOU without ME, come to ME without YOU.