We are born of love. Love is our mother.
That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquility.
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.
Whenever we manage to love without expectations, calculations, negotiations, we are indeed in heaven.