Hungry, you're a dog, angry and bad-natured. having eaten your fill, you become a carcass; you lie down like a wall, senseless. At one time a dog, at another time a carcass, how will you run with lions, or follow the saints?

You’re a song, a wished-for song.

Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.

What a relief to be empty! Then God can live your life.

LOVE will lay a carpet of treasures under your feet.

Love is the bridge between you and everything.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.