Finding faults is for those with tired minds.
The day is conscious of itself.
The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.
Place a padlock on your throat and hide the key.
In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.
A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?