The middle path is the way to wisdom

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover

Tend to your vital heart, and all that you worry about will be solved.

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don't mind that you've been given a dirty cup.