Last night my teacher taught me the lesson of Poverty: Having nothing and wanting nothing.

When it's cold and raining,you are more beautiful.And the snow brings meeven closer to your lipsThe inner secret, that which was never born,you are that freshness, and I am with you now.I can't explain the goings,or the comings. You enter suddenly,and I am nowhere again.Inside the majesty

There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music.... When you're full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should.

You try to be faithful And sometimes you're cruel. You are mine. Then, you leave. Without you, I can't cope. And when you take the lead, I become your footstep. Your absence leaves a void. Without you, I can't cope. You have disturbed my sleep, You have wrecked my image. You have set me apart. Without you, I can't cope.

Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.

Dear soul, don't set a high value on someone before they deserve it; You either lose them or ruin yourself...!

Look carefully around you and recognize the luminosity of souls. Sit beside those who draw you to that.