I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love. Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars. You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love. Even so, you have always been connected to me. Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest. I am life itself. You have been a prisoner of a little pond, I am the ocean and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me, leave this world of ignorance. Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.

Inside you there's an artist you don't know about.

Be full of sorrow, that you may become hill of joy; weep, that you may break into laughter.

I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?

Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

I learned that every mortal will taste death. But only some will taste life.