You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.
Your body is the harp of the soul.
We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.
When you love you should not think you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Where are you now, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need? Do you know the greatness of my patience?
Should you really open your eyes and see, you would behold your image in all images. And should you open your ears and listen, you would hear your own voice in all voices.