All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison When the door is so wide open?

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence, or in absence. Both mourn, the angels, the prophets, and this sadness I feel has taken from me the taste of language, so that I cannot say the flavor of my being apart.

Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.

Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.

Live life as if its rigged in your favor.