Soul, a moving river. Body, the riverbed.
What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.
Why should I be weary when every cell of my body is bursting with life?
There is little one can say about love. It has to be lived, and it's always in motion.
I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.