This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.

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

I cannot sleep in your presence In your absence, tears prevent me you watch me my beloved on each sleepiness night and Only you see the difference

I made an oath to myself: as long as I live as long as my soul remains in this body I won't deviate from the right way but later I looked to my left and then to my right and I saw our beloved everywhere how could I make a wrong turn?

I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.