Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.
Let a thousand wrangling desires become one Love.
Till man destroys "self" he is no true friend of God.
Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.
Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.
When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful.And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now.I can't explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again.Inside the majesty