I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.
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?