Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.

If you want to ascend like the Prophet to the sky of immortality, know this very well: Fasting is your Arabian stallion.

Love's nationality is separate from all other religions, The lover's religion and nationality is the Beloved (God). The lover's cause is separate from all other causes Love is the astrolabe of God's mysteries.

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.

Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.

Through love, all pain will turn to medicine.