“How terrifying to have my head in agreement with my heart.”

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

I’m not looking at my phone. I’m looking for you.

How lonely it is with tears and heartbreak for company.

Whether this ends in a moment or forever, I will carry you always.

I will never let go of your letters; the last tangible pieces of you.

You chose me to forget her and I chose you to love.

Whisper it to me in poetry.

The devil on my shoulder has a lot to say about you.

I’ve run out of pain, which is to say, I’ve run out of words.

Let’s kiss under the moon and make the stars jealous.

Almost a year of us not speaking and still, I talk to you every day.

I’ve run out of ways to tell you I hurt.

How lonely it feels to be next to you.

I don’t look for trouble. I just get lucky.

I wonder what you do with the memories of me.

Careful your fantasies are showing.

My heart can take on any form: A meadow for gazelles, A cloister for monks, For the idols, sacred ground, Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim, The tables of the Torah, The scrolls of the Quran. My creed is Love; Wherever its caravan turns along the way, That is my belief, My faith.

When Love gives, it gives all; when it takes, it takes all. It’s very taking is giving.

In knowing God, each of us also knows himself.

The things you own end up owning you.

We can only change what we are willing to change.

You never can cure poverty. Poverty is in the eye of the beholder.

The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.