I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.
We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.
Our death is our wedding with eternity.
Whatever purifies you is the correct road.
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his hear.
The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.