Loaves of bread remind us of sunlight, but when we are inside that orb,we lose interest in building ovens,in millwork and the preparation of fields before the planting.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?

This phantom world gave you false signs But you turned from the illusion and journeyed to the land of truth.

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

Don't insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.

Pour out wine till I become a wanderer from myself; for in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.