“Let our bodies tryTo ford a wider time,Our hands not knowThe other shore.”

“Unknowing, let us sleep. Chest against chest,Our breathing mingled, hand in hand without dreams.”

“Our hands full or not:The same abundance.Our eyes open or shut:The same light.”

“Clouds, this eveningThe same as always, like thirst,The same red dress, unfastened.Imagine, passerby,Our new beginnings, our eagerness, our trust.”

“Since fire's born of fire, why should we desireTo gather up its scattered ash.On the appointed day we surrendered what we wereTo a vaster blaze, the evening sky.”

“لكي تحييَ ينبغي عليكِ أن تعبري الموت،فالحضور الأنقى هو الدم المراق.”

“Sometimes the best answer to a question is another question. Is it not by asking questions that we stimulate each other to reach more deeply into our own source and, thereby, approach the Source, both together and in our different ways? (7)”