“A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.”

“Your eyelashes will write on my heartthe poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.”

“Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God's secrets.Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.Although I may try to describe love,when I experience it, I am speechless.Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless. My pen breaks, and the paper slips awayat the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one.Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love.”

“WONDER WITHOUT WILLPOWER Love’s way becomes a pen sometimes writing g-sounds like gold or r-soundslike tomorrow in different calligraphystyles sliding by, darkening the paperNow it’s held upside down, now besidethe head, now down and on to somethingelse, figuring. One sentence savesan illustrious man from disaster, butfame does not matter to the split tongueof a pen. Hippocrates knows how the curemust go. His pen does not. This oneI am calling pen, or sometimes flag,has no mind. You, the pen, are most sanelyinsane. You cannot be spoken of rationally.Opposites are drawn into your presence butnot to be resolved. You are not wholeor ever complete. You are the wonderwithout willpower going where you want.”

“The wave of Atlast came along and caulked the body's ship; when the ship is wrecked once more, the turn of union and encounter will come.”

“Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you.”

“I went inside my heartto see how it was.Something there makes me hearthe whole world weeping.”