Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.

If you don't try to fly and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it's too late for all you could become.

Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

Your body is woven from the Light of Heaven.

Those doing soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away. Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room. Soul-makers find each other’s company.