But learn this custom from the flower: silence your tongue.

I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.

Empathy is even better than talking in one language

Whatever posessions and objects of its desires the lower self may obtain, it hangs on to them, refusing to let them go out of greed for more, or out of fear of poverty and need.

Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.

I cannot sleep in your presence In your absence, tears prevent me you watch me my beloved on each sleepiness night and Only you see the difference

I came to this earth so that I could find my way back to my Beloved.