Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.
There is a voice that doesnโt use words. Listen.
Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.
Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.
I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.