I opened my arms to Love and Love embraced me like a Lover

We are the mirror - As well as the face in it.

You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.

We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.

I saw many humans on whom there were no clothes. I saw many clothes in which there were no humans.

‎Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.

Why should I be unhappy? Each parcel of my being is in full bloom.