To Praise The Sun Is To Praise

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

You Dance Inside My Chest, Where No One Sees You.

You Are More Valuable Than Both Heaven And Earth. What Else Can I Say? You Don’t Know Your Own Worth.

A Lover Is Always Accused Of Something. But When He Finds His Love, Whatever Was Lost In The Looking Comes Back Completely Changed.

There Is A Field Beyond All Notions Of Right And Wrong. Come, Meet Me There.