There is no worse torture than knowing intellectually about love and the way.
I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depth of the stars.
Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do?
Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.
No one can tell if Iām laughing or weeping. I wonder myself.
I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved