All language is a longing for home.
You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.
I am in the House of Mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
Run from what's comfortable. Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious. I have tried prudent planning long enough. From now on I'll be mad.
I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.
If your thought is a rose, you are a rose garden; and if it is a thistle, you are fuel for the fire.