From The Urgent Way Lovers Want Each

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

Innumerable Changes Of Moods Are Yours, And They Are Uncontrolled By You. If You Knew Their Origin, You Would Be Able To Dominate Them. If You Cannot Localize Your Own Changes, How Can You Localize That Which Formed You?

Smiles Come Best From Those Who Weep.

What A Relief To Be Empty! Then God Can Live Your Life.

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.