There is something to be said for anyone who sits alone with dignity and silently begs for God.

You have been a prisoner of a little pond I am the ocean and its turbulent flood Come merge with me leave this world of ignorance

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual? They wonder about Solomon and all his wives. In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul and you are that. But we have ways within each other that will never be said by anyone.

I will conquer the whole world and fill it with myself

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don't know the value of your own soul, it's all foolishness.

My friend, you thought you lost Him; that all your life you've been separated from Him. Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him, and haven't searched within your own house.