“You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
What you seek is seeking you.
Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnia!
And the difference between them.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
Knock, And He’ll open the door
Vanish, And He’ll make you shine like the sun
Fall, And He’ll raise you to the heavens
Become nothing, And He’ll turn you into everything.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?
Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.”