Love, the supreme musician, is always playing in our souls
Love is the reality, and poetry is the drum.
Wherever you stand, be the soul of that place.
When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.
When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home
If you wish to shine like day, burn up the night of self-existence. Dissolve in the Being who is everything.