Men who do not forgive women their little faults will never enjoy their great virtues.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face.
They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem
Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.