In the slaughterhouse of love, they kill only the best, none of the weak or deformed. Don't run away from this dying. Whoever's not killed for love is dead meat.

Join the community of saints and know the delight of your own Soul. Enter the ruins of your Heart and Learn the Meaning of Humility.

I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.

If you become a helper of hearts, springs of wisdom will flow from your heart.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

let's get away from all the clever humans who put words in our mouth let's only say what our hearts desire.