Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed.

Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?

A lover's life lies in death. You shall not find a heart without losing the heart.

Everything has to do with loving and not loving.

I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.

Learn to recognize the false dawn from the true; distinguish the color of the wine from the color of the cup. Then it may be that patience and time may produce, out of the spectrum-viewing sight, true vision, and you will behold colors other than these mortal hues, you will see pearls instead of stones. Pearls, did I say? Nay more, you will become a sea, you will become a sun traveling the sky.