People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another.

This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again

Inside you there's an artist you don't know about.

Inside you there’s an artist you don’t know about… say yes quickly, if you know, if you’ve known it from before the beginning of the universe.

I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.