The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

If you follow the ways in which you were trained, which you may have inherited, for no other reason than this, you are illogical.

I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.

From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.

Oh Beloved, take me. Liberate my soul. Fill me with your love and release me from the two worlds. If I set my heart on anything but you let fire burn me from inside. Oh Beloved, take away what I want. Take away what I do. Take away what I need. Take away everything that takes me from you.

Then outwardly you are the small universe! Then inwardly you are the great universe.