If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

A seeker of Truth looks beyond the apparent and contemplates the hidden.

Achieve some perfection [excellence] yourself, so that you may not fall into sorrow by seeing the perfection in others.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I've been knocking from the inside.

Be patient where you sit in the dark. The dawn is coming