You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self.
You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.
Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.
The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?
Go to the well of deep Love inside each of Us.
God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.