Speak any language, Turkish, Greek, Persian, Arabic, but always speak with love
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.
When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.
I am your own voice echoing off the walls of God
Move, but don't move the way fear makes you move.
There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.