There is none dwelling in the house but God. When a man is awakened he melts and perishes.

Let yourself become living poetry.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.

Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door. She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side. Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.