God looks not at your form, nor at your deeds, but at your Heart.

The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking.

There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.

I want a trouble-maker for a lover, Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.

It is God's kindness to terrify you in order to lead you to safety.