Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.

Body of earth, don't talk of earth Tell the story of pure mirrors The Creator has given you this splendor-- Why talk of anything else?

The ocean of the body crashes against the ocean of the heart. Between them is a barrier they cannot cross.

The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.

Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.