Revile those who flatter you.

With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love.

Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again; For I am like the Moon, you will see me with new face everyday.

You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say. I don't plan it. When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

I said, O Love, tell me this: Does the Lord know you are treating me this way? Love said to me, yes He does, just be totally… totally… silent

Be occupied, then, with what you really value and let the thief take something else.