There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .

Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Love is an emerald. Its brilliant light wards off dragons On this treacherous path.

Indeed envy is a defect; worse than any other.

You wander from room to room Hunting for the diamond necklace That is already around your neck!

The middle path is the way to wisdom

You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.