The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing your heart to pieces & giving up your soul
Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.
When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted
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.
You are the mirror of divine beauty.