Silence gives answers.

Like the birds of the sea, men come from the ocean-the ocean of the soul. How could this bird, born from that sea, make his dwelling here?

Dance until you shatter yourself.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.

I am yours. Don't give myself back to me.