No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.

Try another way of looking. Try you looking and the whole universe seeing.

Feeling lonely and ignoble indicates that you haven't been patient.

Because I cannot sleep I make music at night.

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.

A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see.

Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.