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

He who tastes not, knows not.

Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.

The beginning of pride and hatred lies in worldly desire, and the strength of your desire if from habit. When an evil tendency becomes confirmed by habit, rage is triggered when anyone restrains you.

What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.