To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.

Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.

Fling me across the fabric of time and the seas of space. Make me nothing and from nothing-everything.

If you dig a pit for others to fall into, you will fall into it yourself.

This place is a dream. Only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your grief.

I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.