The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

The world is a mountain, in which your words are echoed back to you.

Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

My heart rushes into the garden, joyfully tasting all the delights. But reason frowns, disapproving of the heart's bad manners.

You lack a foot to travel? Then journey into yourself - that leads to transformation of dust into pure gold.

A woman is a mystery to guide a wise and open man.