Smiles come best from those who weep.
I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.
Be patient where you sit in the dark. The dawn is coming
How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.
When you notice a fault in your neighbour, search for the same in yourself.
For only when faithfulness turns to betrayal And betrayal into trust Can any human being become part of the truth.