This is not a day for asking questions, not a day on any calendar. This day is conscious of itself. This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness, more manifest than saying can say.
When love itself comes to kiss you, don't hold back!
What is the heart? It is not human and it is not imaginary. I call it you.
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.