Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.
I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.
If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.
Love itself describes its own perfection. Be speechless and listen.
Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum.