The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.

Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.

There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.

I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.

There is some kiss we want with the whole of our lives.

I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.

What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.