“The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.”

“I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey…Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul…Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.”

“Oh you, unceasing sun, to me Your particles communicate The luminous essence of God, Are you our God? I do not know. Intoxicated, I say nought, Bewitched by the magic potion. I cannot differentiate Between my drunk and sober state.”

“Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.”

“Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.”

“O Love, O pure deep Love, be here, be now,Be all – worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance,Frail living leaves burn with your brighter than cold stares – Make me your servant, your breath, your core.”

“Without you the instruments would die.One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss.The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself.Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone,that what died last night can be whole today.Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out?I won't do it.Either give me enough wine or leave me alone,now that I know how it isto be with you in constant conversation.”