If thou has not seen the devil, look at thine own self.

The whole business of love is to drown in the sea.

Love is from the infinite, and will remain until eternity.

Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.

Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.

On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.

Listen to presences inside poems.