Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.

Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.

They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.

There is some kiss we want with your whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling.

The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.