Brother, stand the pain. Escape the poison of your impulses. The sky will bow to your beauty, if you do. Learn to light the candle. Rise with the sun. Turn away from the cave of your sleeping. That way a thorn expands to a rose.

I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.

If you want to be more alive, love is the truest health.

Love, the supreme musician, is always playing in our souls

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

This phantom world gave you false signs But you turned from the illusion and journeyed to the land of truth.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.