Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey!

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

For only when faithfulness turns to betrayal And betrayal into trust Can any human being become part of the truth.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

When you eventually see through the veils to how things really are, you will keep saying again and again, this is certainly not like we thought it was.