I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more

To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.

The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, endlessly emanating all things.

Move, but don't move the way fear makes you move.

You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

The miracle of Jesus is himself, not what he said or did about the future. Forget the future. I'd worship someone who could do that.