Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.

Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.

Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, 'You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves.' You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk.

The cure for pain is in the pain. Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both, you don't belong with us.

Turning toward what you deeply love saves you

Whenever they rebuild an old building, they must first of all destroy the old one.

If all you can do is crawl, start crawling.