Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

The day is conscious of itself.

Only the soul knows what love is.

The radiant one in me has never said a word.

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.

You’re a song, a wished-for song.

All your anxiety is because of your desire for harmony. Seek disharmony, then you will gain peace.