At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.

If you are looking for a friend who is faultless, you will be friendless.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

Be certain that in the religion of Love there are no believers and unbelievers. LOVE embraces all.

The spirit and the body carry different loads and require different attentions. Too often we put the saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture.