You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind.

And what word is knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?

Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings.

Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night.

We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets and the prophets and the musicians.

My yearning is my cup, my burning thirst is my drink, and my solitude is my intoxication; I do not and shall not quench my thirst. But in this burning that is never extinguished is a joy that never wanes.

Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.