Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise.
Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.
Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.
The way to heaven is within. Shake the wings of love-when love's wings have become strong, there is no need to trouble about a ladder.