Like this. I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue, while the breeze says a secret.
Like this. When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in my hand
Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings. our love
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul
The power of love came into me, and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.”
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug,
but against the dust in it
over the moon of your heart.
Let go of thinking
It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.
It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart,
So that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.
It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place
What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle
We're sky bound. flying together
Are you coming, Love is the cure,
for your love will keep giving birth to more love
until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent
Has become like a prison to me.
Distraction and the mountain
And the desert, all I desire
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh every minute
To kill all your worries, clearing the gloomy days
To love you forever
To nourish you
We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live.
Breathe before it's gone, feel the fragrance of love , three of us
Oh moon, without me, do not shine;
Oh earth, without me, do not grow,
Oh time, without me, do not go. i am your love
...Oh, you cannot go, without me as i am your life
Someone fills the cup in front of us:
We taste only sacredness
These pains you feel are sing of worries
Listen to them than you feel the true love
Break these half-measures, these small burdens.
All this fantasy and grief.
The grief-armies assemble, but I'm not going with them.
This is how it always is when I finish a poem.
The sun must come and illumine them.
Such generosity has come with our happiness