A Candle never Loses any of its Light while Lighting up another candle.
Speak any language, Turkish, Greek, Persian, Arabic, but always speak with love
I am dying into your mystery, and dying, I am now no other than that mystery. I open to your majesty as an orchard welcomes rain, and twenty times that.
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.
I am sunlight slicing the dark.
There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.