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

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

Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

God and I have built an immense fire together. We keep each other happy and warm.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.

We have come into this exquisite world to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!

Everyone, whether he is self-denying or self-indulgent, is seeking after the Beloved. Every place may be the shrine of love, whether it be mosque or synagogue.