Only from the heart can you touch the sky.

I saw many humans on whom there were no clothes. I saw many clothes in which there were no humans.

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into light.

let's get away from all the clever humans who put words in our mouth let's only say what our hearts desire.

Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

The water in the stream may have changed many times, but the reflection of the moon and the stars remains the same.