The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire. Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendor you need to burn in the fire of love.

You think you are alive because you breathe air? Shame on you, that you are alive in such a limited way. Don't be without Love, so you won't feel dead. Die in Love and stay alive forever.

I have been so naughted in Thy Love's existence that my nonexistence is a thousand times sweeter than my existence

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

There is a place where words are born of silence.