You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
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.
What you seek is seeking you.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
Silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.
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, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.