I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover

There is a way between voice and presence, where information flows. In disciplined silence it opens; with wandering talk it closes.

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

Dance, and make joyous the love around you. Dance, and your veils which hide the Light shall swirl in a heap at your feet.

Travelers, it is late. Life's sun is going to set. During these brief days that you have strength, be quick and spare no effort of your wings

Loosen the bonds of avarice from your hands and neck.

We must die to become true human beings.