Your acts of kindness are iridescent wings of divine love, which linger and continue to uplift others long after your sharing.

Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.

Like a shadow, I am and I am not.

I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

The undisciplined man doesn't wrong himself alone- he sets fire to the whole world.

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.