The heart is your student, for love is the only way we learn.

Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring.

If you have not learned to be a passionate lover, do not count your life as lived. On the day of reckoning, it will not be counted.

I want to be where your bare foot walks, because maybe before you step, you'll look at the ground. I want that blessing

The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.

You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.