Let yourself become living poetry.
That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again
Till man destroys "self" he is no true friend of God.
The moment an inspiring thought enters your heart, appreciate it as a dear guest visiting you that day.
You are the fountain of the sun. I'm the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.
This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.