Do you think I know what I'm doing? That for one breath or half-breath I belong to myself? As much as a pen knows what it's writing, or the ball can guess where it's going next.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

The cure for pain is in the pain. Good and bad are mixed. If you don't have both, you don't belong with us.

There are no edges to my loving now.

That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again

If you look too closely at the form, you miss the Essence.

When you're traveling, ask the traveler for advice / not someone whose lameness keeps him in one place.