From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.
Look at these worlds spinning out of nothingness. That is within your power.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?
I am in the House of Mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.