Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, But love unexplained is clearer.

Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door. She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side. Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.

Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

Those loves which are for the sake of a colour are not love. In the end they are a disgrace.

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