Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.
I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't seek the water; get thirst.
Believe in love's infinite journey, for it is your own, for you are love. Love is life