Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.
O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.
Set your sights on a place higher than your eyes can see.
There are lovers content with longing. Iām not one of them.
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.
I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and soul. There's no room for lack of trust, or trust. Nothing in this existence but that existence.