Love is not love until love's vulnerable.

I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.

Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.

The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.

All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.

The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.

Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire