Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

The kitchen of the body darkens the lives of lovers. Fasting came to enlighten them.

Discipline enabled Heaven to be filled with light; discipline enabled the angels to be immaculate and holy.

You are quaffing drink from a hundred fountains: whenever any of these hundred yields less, your pleasure is diminished. But when the sublime fountain gushes from within you, no longer need you steal from the other fountains.

Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.

I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.