I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

...one cannot lodge in if.

You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.

Flattery's fire is hidden. Its sweet taste is apparent, but the smoke is bound to come out at last.

The water in the stream may have changed many times, but the reflection of the moon and the stars remains the same.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.