Every door is another passage, another boundary we have to go beyond.
Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.
Light up the fire of love inside and blaze the thoughts away.
When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?