How do the birds make great sky circles... They fall and falling they are given wings.

In your light I learn how to love.In your beauty, how to make poems.You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you.

The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Every tree and plant in the meadow seemed to be dancing, those which average eyes would see as fixed and still

Oh soul,you worry too much.You have seen your own strength.You have seen your own beauty.You have seen your golden wings.Of anything less,why do you worry?You are in truththe soul, of the soul, of the soul.

Oh Sweet Bitterness!I will soothe you and heal youI will bring you rosesI too have been covered with thorns.

The way you make love is the way God will be with you.

The way you make love is the wayGod will be with you.

A shadow cannot ignorethe sun that all day creates and movesit.

Days of wanting.Let them go by without worrying that they do.Stay where you areinside such a pure, hollow note.