I knew I loved you
when 'home' went from being a place
to being a person.

Each person you meet
is an aspect of yourself,
clamoring for love.

No!
I don’t love you!
I just like you, a little.

Your lips are sweet,
and your eyes are precious to me.

No!
I don’t love you!
I just like you, a little.
...

The fact of your heart's enfoldment in mine is evidence enough that there is, underneath it all, some hidden order to this world.

We wear many things,
   but that with greatest import
     is our expression.

We are at our most powerful the moment we no longer need to be powerful.