“Why not become the oneWho lives with a full moon in each eyeThat is always saying,With that sweet moon LanguageWhat every other eye in this worldIs dying to Hear?”

“The moon asked me to meet her in a field tonight. I think she has amorous ideas.”

“And the sun and the moon sometimes argue over who will tuck me in at night. If you think I am having more fun than anyone on this planet, you are absolutely correct.”

“What we speak becomes the house we live in.”

“The words you speak become the house you live in.”

“You need to become a pen in the Sun's hand. We need for the earth to sing through our pores and eyes.”

“I KNOW THE WAY YOU CAN GETI know the way you can getWhen you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens,Your sweet muscles cramp.Children become concernedAbout a strange look that appears in your eyesWhich even begins to worry your own mirrorAnd nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadnessAnd call an important conference in a tall tree.They decide which secret code to chantTo help your mind and soul. Even angels fear that brand of madnessThat arrays itself against the worldAnd throws sharp stones and spears intoThe innocentAnd into one's self. O I know the way you can getIf you have not been drinking Love: You might rip apartEvery sentence your friends and teachers say,Looking for hidden clauses. You might weigh every word on a scaleLike a dead fish. You might pull out a ruler to measureFrom every angle in your darknessThe beautiful dimensions of a heart you onceTrusted. I know the way you can getIf you have not had a drink from Love'sHands. That is why all the Great Ones speak ofThe vital needTo keep remembering God,So you will come to know and see HimAs being so PlayfulAnd Wanting,Just Wanting to help. That is why Hafiz says:Bring your cup near me.For all I care aboutIs quenching your thirst for freedom! All a Sane man can ever care aboutIs giving Love!”