The men of God are like fishes in the ocean; they pop up into view on the surface here and there and everywhere, as they please.
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glistening“ so your life will stay fresh.
Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Trade your cleverness for bewilderment.
Light the incense! You have to burn to be fragrant.