The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.
Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.Let the beauty of what you love be what you do
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust
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.