What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?

When you lose all sense of self the bonds of a thousands chains will vanish. Lose yourself completely, return to the root of the root of your own soul.

Your calling my name is My reply. Your longing for Me is My message to you.

The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.

Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.

We gather at night to celebrate being human. Sometimes we call out low to the tambourine. Fish drink the sea, but the sea does not get smaller! We eat the clouds and evening light. We are slaves tasting the royal wine.

A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?