“All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.”

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days.

You ache with loneliness one night so much you weep and I say ‘here is a rope tie it around me Hafiz will be your companion for life’.

Plant a Seed so your Heart will Grow.

We don’t need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

Run my dear, From anything, That may not strengthen, Your precious budding wings.

You yourself are your own obstacle, rise above yourself.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let’s just get out of this mess.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through. Listen to this music.

Think of suffering as being washed.

The sun will stand as your best man And whistle When you have found the courage To marry forgiveness When you have found the courage to marry Love.

I am happy even before I have a reason.

Love is simply creation’s greatest joy.

Sing because this is a food our starving world needs. Laugh because that is the purest sound.

To change the printout of the body, you must learn to rewrite the software of the mind.

Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.

I am willing to learn how to take good care of my body.

Peace is when I am cuddled up in a snug wool blanket with a hot coffee in hand without worry in mind, so I can dream about red sunsets and the scent of warm, sun kissed bodies.

There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.

Maybe he is a one kind of a poem in a form of a body.

Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top. My mama, she told me don’t worry about your size. She says boys like a little more booty to hold at night. Yeah I won’t be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll, so if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and move along.

I think everybody has the right to a private life.