What Hurts You, Blesses You. Darkness Is

When You Do Things From Your Soul, You Feel A River Moving In You, A Joy.

I Am Your Moon And Your Moonlight Too 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 To Kill All Your Worries To Love You To Nourish You.

Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

A Candle Never Loses Any Of Its Light While Lighting Up Another Candle.