It's your road & yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you

Speak with the language of love.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence, or in absence. Both mourn, the angels, the prophets, and this sadness I feel has taken from me the taste of language, so that I cannot say the flavor of my being apart.

When you notice a fault in your neighbour, search for the same in yourself.

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

The world is nothing but a moment.

What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?