Very high, very grand, and very wise is the ocean of God, the Water of Life. You went after the form and were lead astray. How can you see it? You abandoned the truth. Sometimes it is named "tree," sometimes "sun," sometimes "ocean," sometimes "cloud," one thing from which scores of discoveries arise, its slightest definition an everlasting life.

Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!

Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!

And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

Don't get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure.

Oh lovers, where are you going? Who are you looking for? Your beloved is right here.

Every step I take is a blessing.