That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again

There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.

My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.

Either give me more wine or leave me alone.

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 see my beauty in you.