Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
This is the kind of Friend You are – Without making me realize My soul’s anguished history, You slip into my house at night, And while I am sleeping, You silently carry off All my suffering and sordid past In Your beautiful Hands.
And the sun and the moon sometimes argue over who will tuck me in at night. If you think I am having more fun than anyone on this planet, you are absolutely correct.
I have no use for divine patience – My lips are now burning and everywhere. I am running from every corner of this earth and sky Wanting to kiss you.
Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut you more deeply. Let it ferment and season you as few human and even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender, my need for God absolutely clear.
My dear, Is it true that your mind is sometimes like a battering Ram Running all through the city, Shouting so madly inside and out About the ten thousand things That do not matter?
A poet is someone who can pour light into a cup, then raise it to nourish your beautiful parched, holy mouth.
Why not become the one Who lives with a full moon in each eye That is always saying, With that sweet moon Language What every other eye in this world Is dying to Hear?
All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days and days and days.
Hair disheveled, smiling lips, sweating and tipsy, garment torn, singing a love song, glass in hand, picking a quarrel, chanting a spell, yesterday at midnight she came and sat by my bed.
Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.
I am in love with every church And mosque And temple And any kind of shrine Because I know it is there That people say the different names Of the One God.
This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.
Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.
Let’s get loose with Compassion. Let’s drown in the delicious ambience of Love.
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.’
Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!
What we speak becomes the house we live in.
The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.