The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.
Let yourself be gently pulled by the deeper desire of what you want.
Where lowland is, that's where water goes. All medicine wants is pain to cure.
Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.
Love rests on no foundation. It is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end.
Poems are rough notations for the music we are.