Except For Love, Nothing You

I Am So Small I Can Hardly Be Seen. How Can This Great Love Be Inside Me? Look At Your Eyes. They Are Small, But They See Enormous Things.

Who Gets Up Early To Discover The Moment Light Begins?

Poetry Can Be Dangerous, Especially Beautiful Poetry, Because It Gives The Illusion Of Having Had The Experience Without Actually Going Through It.

Come, Come, Whoever You Are. Wanderer, Worshiper, Lover Of Leaving. It Doesn't Matter. Ours Is Not A Caravan Of Despair. Come, Even If You Have Broken Your Vows A Thousand Times. Come, Yet Again, Come, Come.

In Truth, Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved.