Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.
Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?
The morning wind spreads its fresh smell. We must get up and take that in, that wind that lets us live. Breathe before it's gone.
I am in the House of Mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
There are no edges to my loving now.