Set your sights on a place higher than your eyes can see.
The breath of the flute player: does it belong to the flute?
Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.
I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
When lovers of life get ready to dance, the earth shakes and the sky trembles.
On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.