I am burning. If anyone lacks tinder, let him set his rubbish ablaze with my fire.

I opened my arms to Love and Love embraced me like a Lover

The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.

Darkness may hide the trees and the flowers from the eyes but it cannot hide love from the soul.

The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.

Now be silent. Let the One who creates the words speak. He made the door. He made the lock. He also made the key.

Gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being. If not, leave this gathering. Half-heartedness doesn’t reach into majesty.