We have so many words for states of mind, and so few for the states of the body.
Fear has a smell, as love does.
Our body is precious. It is a vehicle for awakening. Treat it with care.
We have attempted to separate the spiritual and the erotic, thereby reducing the spiritual to a world of flattened affect, a world of the ascetic who aspires to feel nothing.
The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.
