Whether you love God or you love a human being, if you love enough you will come into the presence of Love itself.
The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .
Listen, O drop, give yourself up without regret, and in exchange gain the Ocean.