What hurts the soul? To live without tasting the water of its own essence.
Your magnificence has made me a wonder. Your charm has taught me the way of love.
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
Physical existence is so cramped.We grow old and bent over like embryos.Nine months passes;it is time to be born. The lamb wants to graze green daylight. There are ways of being born twice,of coming to where you fly,not individually like birds, but as the sun moves with his bride,sincerity.
For the water animals, the ocean is like a garden; for the land animals, it is death and pain.