Your body is woven from the Light of Heaven.

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

Inside you there's an artist you don't know about.

The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved. And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?' The lover replied, 'It is I.' 'Go hence,' returned the voice; 'there is no room within for thee and me.' Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded, 'Who is there?' He answered, 'It is thou.' 'Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.