I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !

This mirror inside me shows. I can’t say what, but I can’t not know. I run from body. I run from spirit. I do not belong anywhere.

Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.

I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.