Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown

The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.

When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful.And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now.I can't explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again.Inside the majesty

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off; you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy. …People fancy they are enjoying themselves, but they are really tearing out their wings for the sake of an illusion.

We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.

Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.