There are no edges to my loving now.
Every bird will follow it's specie.
What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.
Let us put away our blinders and answer the call to Joy.
The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don't go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep! People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch, The door is round and open Don't go back to sleep!
Know then that the body is merely a garment. Go seek the wearer, not the cloak.