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

Tie two birds together. They will not be able to fly, even though they now have four wings.

You must ask for what you really want. / Don't go back to sleep. / The door is round and open. / Don't go back to sleep.

The wealth within you, your essence, is your kingdom.

You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.

Know that the mirror of the heart is boundless. . . Here, opinions become silent, otherwise they will lead you into errors. . . for the heart is sacred - even more the heart is sacredness itself.

You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.