When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.
When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.
You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.
If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.
If Your Eyes Are Opened, You'll See The Things Worth Seeing.
Muhammad says, 'Love of one's country is a part of the faith.' But don't take that literally! Your real 'country' is where you're heading, not where you are. Don't misread that hadith.