Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.
Love, the life-giving garden of this world.
Your magnificence has made me a wonder. Your charm has taught me the way of love.
Your worst enemy is hiding within yourself, and that enemy is your nafs or false ego.