I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .
Love risks everything and asks for nothing.
Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose.
No prayer is complete without presence.
Be kind and honest, and harmful poisons will turn sweet inside you.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.