In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love is mute.

Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.

Be quiet now and wait. It may be that the ocean one, the one we desire so to move into and become, desires us out here on land a little longer, going our sundry roads to the shore.

When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.

Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.

Truth lifts the heart, like water refreshes thirst.