This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.
Our death is our wedding with eternity.
All that you think is rain is not. Behind the veil angels sometimes weep.
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all!
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.