Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.
Come sit with me! Let us drink the holy wine of happiness.
Once the seed of faith takes root, it cannot be blown away, even by the strongest wind - Now that’s a blessing.
Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of invisible game.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.
I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.