What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.
I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.
All your anxiety is because of your desire for harmony. Seek disharmony, then you will gain peace.