Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the essence remains the same.
Indeed envy is a defect; worse than any other.
I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love.
Do not grieve over any joy that has gone forever, for it will return to you in another form, know that for sure.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?