When you are with everyone but me, you're with no one. When you are with no one but me, you're with everyone. Instead of being so bound up with everyone, be everyone. When you become that many, you're nothing. Empty.

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.

Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born. The lamb wants to graze green daylight. There are ways of being born twice,of coming to where you fly,not individually like birds, but as the sun moves with his bride,sincerity.

Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

This is what love does and continues to do. It tastes like honey to adults and milk to children.