Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.

Body of earth, don't talk of earth Tell the story of pure mirrors The Creator has given you this splendor-- Why talk of anything else?

I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?

A wealth you cannot imagine flows through you.

And if you are a rose, I am rose-shadow.

You have forgotten the One who doesn't care about ownership, who doesn't try to turn a profit from every human exchange.

Dance from here to the other world-and don't stop.