If all you can do is crawl, start crawling.

Sell your presence and purchase bewilderment.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: 'You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.'

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

I saw many humans on whom there were no clothes. I saw many clothes in which there were no humans.

The friend who knows a lot more than you do will bring difficulties, and grief, and sickness, as medicine, as happiness, as the essence of the moment when you're beaten when you hear Checkmate, and can finally say, I trust you to kill me.

This is how I would die into the love I have for you: As pieces of cloud dissolve in sunlight.