You, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love,

‎dancing Is Not Just Getting Up Painlessly, Like A Leaf Blown On The Wind; Dancing Is When You Tear Your Heart Out And Rise Out Of Your Body To Hang Suspended Between The Worlds.

If All You Can Do Is Crawl, Start Crawling.

Are You Fleeing From Love Because Of A Single Humiliation? What Do You Know Of Love Except The Name? Love Has A Hundred Forms Of Pride And Disdain, And Is Gained By A Hundred Means Of Persuasion. Since Love Is Loyal, It Purchases One Who Is Loyal: It Has No Interest In A Disloyal Companion. The Human Being Resembles A Tree; Its Root Is A Covenant With God: That Root Must Be Cherished With All One's Might.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.