Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
You are a lover of your own experience ... not of me ... you turn to me to feel ur own emotion
The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.
For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.