We rarely hear the inward music, but we're all dancing to it nevertheless.
Because of your love I have broken with my past
From understanding comes LOVE.
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.
In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love is mute.
I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.