Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?
How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?
Every bird will follow it's specie.
In the sea of love, I melt like salt Faith, Doubt - they both dissolve. A star is opening in my heart . The worlds turn in it.
We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.