The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.
Conventional opinion is the ruin of our souls.
Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.
Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.