“One night as I walked in the desertthe mountains rode on my shouldersand the sky became my heart,and the earth - my own body, I explored.Every object began to wink at me, and Mira wiselycalculated the situation, thinking:My charms must be at their heightnow would be a good time to rush into Hisarms,maybe He won't drop meso quick.”

“The Great Dancer is my husband," Mira says, "rain washes off all the other colors.”

“I wantyou to havethis,all the beauty in my eyes, and the grace of my mouth,all the splendor of my strength,all thewonder of the musk partsof mybody,for are wenot talking about real love, reallove?”

“My lover's gone offto some foreign country,sopping wet at our doorwayI watch the clouds rupture.Mira says, nothing can harm him.This passion has yetto be slaked.”

“I have felt the swaying of the elephant's shoulders;and now you want me to climbon a jackass? Try to be serious.”

“Don't forget love;it will bring all the madness you needto unfurl yourself acrossthe universe.”

“There is a secret place. A radiant sanctuary. As real as your own kitchen. More real than that. Constructed of the purest elements. Overflowing with the ten thousand beautiful things. Worlds within worlds. Forests, rivers. Velvet coverlets thrown over featherbeds, fountains bubbling beneath a canopy of stars. Bountiful forests, universal libraries. A wine cellar offering an intoxi cation so sweet you will never be sober again. A clarity so complete you will never again forget. This magnificent refuge is inside you. Enter. Shatter the darkness that shrouds the doorway… Believe the incredible truth that the Beloved has chosen for his dwelling place the core of your own being because that is the single most beautiful place in all of creation.”