An eye is meant to see things. The soul is here for its own joy. A head has one use: For loving a true love. Feet: To chase after. Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind, for learning what men have done and tried to do. Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why. A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.

Fasting is an amazing thing. It gives people heart and soul.

Listen. Make a way for yourself inside yourself. Stop looking in the other way of looking.

Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

The only thing that will keep you from finding that which you seek is calling off the search.

You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !