Oh you, unceasing sun, to me Your particles communicate The luminous essence of God, Are you our God? I do not know. Intoxicated, I say nought, Bewitched by the magic potion. I cannot differentiate Between my drunk and sober state.

Life s picture is constantly undergoing change. The spirit beholds a new world every moment.

Tie two birds together. They will not be able to fly, even though they now have four wings.

Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door. She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side. Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

Listen to presences inside poems.

For those who realize that everything is from God, everything is the same.

Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.