Everyone sleeps, except lovers, who stay awake, telling stories to God

I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more

You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?

Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.

Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness

The Water said to the dirty one, “Come here.” The dirty one said, “I am too ashamed.” The water replied, “How will your shame be washed away without me?

Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.