The water in the stream may have changed many times, but the reflection of the moon and the stars remains the same.

There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.

You are not one you are a Thousand. Just Light your Lantern.

Only the soul knows what love is.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover

Without love, all worship is a burden, all dancing is a chore, all music is mere noise.