This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

The body is not hidden from the soul, nor is the soul hidden from the body, and yet the soul is not for everyone to see.

The lion is most handsome when looking for food.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.

As long as an angel is not annihilated, it is a devil.