On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.
The radiant one in me has never said a word.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
Turning toward what you deeply love saves you
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it.