Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.

This Love has whispered secrets in your ear that don't make sense to anybody else. You know who You are. You are the shining star.

Fasting blinds the body in order to open the eyes of your soul.

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

You could string a hundred endless days together, My soul would find no comfort from this pain. You laugh at my tale? You may be educated But you haven’t learned to love till you’re insane

Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?