I am yours. Don't give myself back to me.

From understanding comes LOVE.

You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.

Keep digging your well. Water is there somewhere.

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?

If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.

Be silent. That heart speaks without tongue or lips.