Behind every atom of this world hides an infinite Universe.
Listen to presences inside poems.
The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.
Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.
The spiritual path wrecks the body And afterwards restores it to health. It destroys the house to unearth the treasure, And with that treasure builds it better than before.
Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes, running through the mountains...