Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that

There's a path from your HEART to mine.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.

Each has to enter the nest made by the other imperfect bird.

For only when faithfulness turns to betrayal And betrayal into trust Can any human being become part of the truth.

Love is a mirror. In it you see nothing except your reflection. You see nothing except your real face.

Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body, Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.