There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.
God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.
Wash the dust from your SOUl and HEART with wisdom's WATER.
Youโre a song, a wished-for song.
Close both eyes to see with the other eye.
Love is a river. Drink from it.