People say that the soul, on hearing the song of creation, entered the body, but in reality the soul itself was the song.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

Only a Perfect One who is always laughing at the word two can make you know of Love.

The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine...that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.

The world is like an eye, a beard, a spot of beauty and eyebrow, Where each thing is neatly in place.