Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?
I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.
Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic
Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.