In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.

If you have not learned to be a passionate lover, do not count your life as lived. On the day of reckoning, it will not be counted.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.

Love is the house of God and you are living in that house.

Dance when you're perfectly free.

Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?

In this mob of I's inside, which one is me? Hear me out. I know I'm wandering, but don't start putting a lid on this racket. No telling what I'll do then. Every moment I'm thrown by your story. One moment it's happy, and I'm singing. One moment it's sad, and I'm weeping. It turns bitter, and I pull away. But then you spill a little grace, and just like that, I'm all light. It's not so bad, this arrangement, actually.